Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1014 - 1014 One Person, Ten Thousand Swords, Ten Thousand Techniques

Chapter 1014 - 1014 One Person, Ten Thousand Swords, Ten Thousand Techniques

1014 One Person, Ten Thousand Swords, Ten Thousand Techniques

With a sword in hand, sword light gathered, and the nine-story sword tower behind him floated in the air.

Han Muye faced tens of thousands of phantoms with a sword and a tower.

“Buzz!”

Sword light rose, the sound of sword chants echoed.

Han Muye’s sword vibrated, and every long sword in the hands of the illusions vibrated as well.

Endless sword light converged into a river, booming and bursting, like a waterfall of stars pouring down from the sky.

Han Muye stood in the center of the million-zhang battle platform, the golden nine-layered sword tower revolving above his head, and sword light scattered around.

With his sword in hand, he unleashed a roaring torrent of sword light.

Han Muye sat down slowly, releasing his grip on the sword handle, suspended in front of him.

His eyes closed, and around him, all the long swords collided with the illusions.

Each sword represented a sword technique.

Each sword embodied a form of Dao.

At this moment, Han Muye, with his own strength, controlled tens of thousands of long swords, wielding tens of thousands of sword techniques and Daoist arts.

The Sword Pavilion spun gently, and endless sword light protected Han Muye.

The nine-story Sword Pavilion was the sect-protecting treasure of the Sword Pavilion in the Upper Three Heavens. It was the representative of the Sword Pavilion.

After ascending from a mighty figure, there were no longer nine levels of the Sword Pavilion. Only Qi Yu controlled an eighth level of the Sword Pavilion.

Although the eighth and ninth levels were only one level apart, the difference was tens of millions of miles.

Ten eight-story Sword Pavilion could not compare to a nine-story Sword Pavilion.

The difference was in level, cultivation comprehension, and the leap in the power of the Sword Dao.

“Nine-story Sword Pavilion. It’s no wonder. It’s no wonder…” Looking at the nine-story sword paG.o.da shining on the battle platform, Qi Yu threw his head back and laughed.

It was no wonder that Han Muye said that he had a relationship with the Sword Pavilion, but he was unwilling to enter the Sword Pavilion as a disciple.

It was no wonder that the seven-story Sword Pavilion in Han Muye’s hand would be used as a reward for the Sword Dao Conference

It was no wonder that Han Muye took extra care of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

The person in charge of the nine-story Sword Pavilion was naturally from the Sword Pavilion.

With the only nine-story Sword Pavilion in this world, Han Muye’s relationship with the Sword Pavilion could not be severed.

“Nine-story Sword Pavilion, is this the person we’ve been waiting for?” Behind Qi Yu, a Sword Pavilion Elder said softly.

The people beside him nodded gently.

On the meteorite, everyone stared intently at the 10-million-feet platform.

“One person with 10,000 swords?” someone muttered.

“It’s the Ten Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Technique,” someone said softly, looking at the swords.

Ten thousand swords, ten thousand techniques.

Could there really be such a person in the world, capable of mastering ten thousand techniques and cultivating ten thousand swords!

“Clang—”

The swords clashed.

It was the sound of a long sword colliding with the sword in the hands of an illusion.

The sword techniques displayed by the two swords were exactly the same.

On the battle platform, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

He sat there for three years!

Over the course of three years, everyone watched as the sword light around him became increasingly radiant and magnificent.

One after another, the illusions were slashed by his sword light.

Using the same sword techniques, he defeated his own illusions.

Slashing himself.

Conquering himself.

Each sword light that shattered an illusion added to Han Muye’s momentum.

Every sword light represented a path of swordsmanship, a form of technique.

For cultivators observing, understanding a sword light meant gaining a heritage.

The battles on the demonstration platform left people enthralled.

For three years, no one was willing to miss a single moment.

After three years, the sword light emanating from Han Muye’s body had become so radiant and magnificent that it was impossible to look directly at.

And in front of him, only three illusions remained out of the countless ones before.

The three phantoms were so powerful that each sword was more than 100,000 feet long. The shattered s.p.a.ce brought about by the sword light seemed to want to collide with the sealing array formation on the arena.

The strength of these three illusions surpa.s.sed everyone’s imagination.

That sword technique could destroy the world with a raise of his hand.

Unfortunately, such a Sword Dao had already surpa.s.sed everyone’s understanding.

Even the former number one swordsman, Qi Yu, could only close his eyes.

He didn’t dare to look.

He was afraid that it would affect his Dao Heart after reading it.

Jia Wu sat on the meteorite, his eyes shining. No one knew what he was thinking.

Huang Six muttered and only tapped his fingers on his knees.

“Clang—”

The two swords clashed.

A sword in front of Han Muye shattered.

The moment the sword shattered, the sword paG.o.da shook, and countless sword lights descended from the sky like meteors.

The sword light covered the sky and converged into a river.

Outside the abyss, the cultivators sitting cross-legged on the meteorite stood up one by one.

Han Muye had never used such a sword.

Not to mention three phantoms, even thousands of Dao would not be able to block such a sword.

After this strike, it was time for Han Muye to break through the platform!

“Boom!”

The three phantoms brandished their swords and resisted with all their might, but after a hundred breaths, the sword light pa.s.sed through.

The phantom dissipated, and the sword light rushed into the sky like a long dragon.

The golden nine-story sword paG.o.da turned into 100,000 feet tall. Han Muye slowly stood up and looked up at the void in front of him.

“Boom!”

The torrent of sword light broke through the light screen barrier in the void and then wreaked havoc in the sinking wood abyss like a long dragon.

Sword light scattered like stars.

The void was enveloped by the sword light, and the entire Sinking Wood Abyss began to collapse. Countless gravel crashed in all directions.

The 10-million-feet platform floating in it slowly rose.

Streams of golden light rushed down from the platform.

Green immortal energy filled the platform that was a million feet tall and wrapped around Han Muye’s body, colliding with the golden nine-story sword paG.o.da.

Immortal qi lingered around him, as if he had ascended to immortality.

Han Muye’s eyes shone coldly.

The Immortal Qi rewarded on the stage could allow cultivators to sense the power of Immortal Qi in advance.

When he stepped onto the Immortal Ascension Platform and entered the Spirit Transformation Pool, he would be able to adapt faster.