Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1178 - 1178 Senior's Legacy, Clear Rain Sword

Chapter 1178 - 1178 Senior's Legacy, Clear Rain Sword

1178 Senior’s Legacy, Clear Rain Sword

Sword technique, Abyssal Split.

The sword light turned into 1,000 feet long and quickly slashed down with the immortal qi in the void.

The world was like an abyss that cracked when it encountered a sword!

This was the sword move that Han Muye had condensed his battle intent and sword intent. It was the sublimation of the power of the Sword Dao after stepping into the Heaven Immortal Realm.

The 1,000-foot-long sword light connected with the large sword in Han Muye’s hand and slammed into the white tiger’s forehead.

The white tiger trembled and its body exploded.

But in the next moment, the second white tiger reformed.

Moreover, this white tiger’s body was even more robust than the previous one.

The golden immortal patterns on his body became even more agile.

The white tiger’s aura also became more solemn.

This was the power of a formidable array, not only could it cycle endlessly and absorb attack energy, but also merge with itself.

Han Muye had experienced this method on the platform of battle techniques.

The more he fought, the stronger he became.

Clearly, the array formation here was inextricably linked to the Heavenly Cycle Formation and the array formation on the platform.

If it were any other time, Han Muye would be willing to slowly sharpen himself to see the limits of this array formation and try some of the new sword techniques he had comprehended.

However, there was only 15 minutes left, and he had no intention of holding back.

His gaze landed on the white tiger phantom that had gathered again. Han Muye’s figure moved, and with his sword in hand, he charged forward.

“Shatter, Abyss!”

The long sword condensed into a thousand feet long, and the sword light emitted a chill. Wherever it pa.s.sed, it instantly froze.

“Bang!”

With a slash of the sword, the white tiger’s body shattered with a sound, and its shattered body was frozen into pieces of ice that scattered on the ground.

The puppet soldiers in the golden armor within the hundred zhang s.p.a.ce below also shattered along with it.

Before the white tiger’s form could reform, Han Muye had already landed within the formation, sweeping his long sword.

“Boom!”

The sword light turned into a golden light wheel, cutting down all the soldiers’ bodies within a 1,000 foot-radius.

Slashing, swinging.

With every slash, there was a shattering sound.

Ten breaths later, the third white tiger phantom that had yet to completely condense collapsed.

The formation was broken, and the white tiger could no longer reform.

From the moment Han Muye flew out to the moment the military formation shattered, less than a hundred seconds had pa.s.sed.

Han Muye stood with his sword in hand, and the surrounding golden-armored soldiers slowly retreated.

Zhao Pingyu landed beside Han Muye and looked at the retreating soldiers with a complicated expression.

“If someone is still intermediately commanding this formation and guiding the power of the array formation, it will probably be 10 times harder to break through.”

The power of array formations was ultimately limitless. Seeing such a large array being broken so easily by Han Muye, as an array formation cultivator, Zhao Pingyu naturally could not calm down.

In terms of combat strength, array cultivators were indeed far inferior to sword cultivators.

“If a Void Transformation Realm Array Dao cultivator presides over, it will take me a lot of effort to break this array.” Han Muye nodded, and the sword in his hand dissipated, his gaze landing on the hall in front of him.

With a Void Transformation Array Formation cultivator holding down and preside over, it would take more effort.

The corner of Zhao Pingyu’s mouth twitched. He shook his head and strode forward.

People couldn’t be compared with one another.

Around him, green mountains floated, emitting immortal light in all directions.

Immortal light enveloped tens of thousands of feet, illuminating layers of s.p.a.ce.

Here, one wrong step and one would be teleported to an unknown place.

Han Muye followed closely behind. In a moment, the two of them disappeared from the square outside the hall.

“Boom!”

Outside the square, a towering pillar of blood-colored smoke smashed down.

A middle-aged man wearing blood-colored armor with a murderous look on his face and a long scar that stretched across his entire face stepped on the limestone tiles and shattered them. His eyes shot out golden light as he scanned the surroundings.

More than a dozen Blood Battle Sect experts, similarly clad in blood armor, landed and dispersed in all directions.

In just a moment, everyone had returned, holding the scattered bodies of the golden soldier puppets in their hands.

These bodies made of metal were all mixed with superior-cla.s.s spiritual materials and were worth a lot.

“The break is simple, it’s broken in one strike.”

“The Immortal Qi is locked in the body, not depleting its power to break the array.”

“There are traces of the convergence of Sword Dao power.”

“To be able to break the array in such a short period of time, I’m afraid it’s the sword cultivator expert Jia Lintao mentioned.”

Several people spoke up, their information converging, revealing much of Han Muye’s ident.i.ty.

After all, they were all experts. They could see through everything from the tiniest clues.

“Hmph, a person like Jia Lintao is not worthy of being a deacon of the Nine Blood Hall.” The burly man in the lead looked up at the hall in front of him with disdain in his eyes.

He took a step forward and raised his fist.

“Boom!”

The fist shadows smashed through the layers of s.p.a.ce and were blocked by the light screen rising from the stone steps outside the hall.

The visible layers of s.p.a.ce, once entered, would transport them who knows where. The light screen that blocked his fist was even more formidable.

“What a powerful array formation.”

Beside the big man, an old man with a black beard showed a look of surprise.

The others also had solemn expressions.

Blood Battle Sect’s Nine Blood Hall’s Jiang Jin.

They knew how powerful the First Deacon of the Nine Blood Hall was.

In the Void Transformation realm, there weren’t many who could surpa.s.s him.

His fist had been blocked just like that. The grand hall could stop everyone under the Void Transformation realm.

“We in the Blood Battle Sect aren’t well-versed in array techniques, and I’m not interested in getting tangled in this formation,” Jiang Jin shook his head, took a step back, and then sat cross-legged on a green stone pillar.

“We wait.”

His words drew chuckles from the others.

What were the Blood Battle Sect best at?

It wasn’t exploring mysteries or searching for treasures. It was seizing treasures halfway from others.

That was their forte.

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Within the grand hall, as Han Muye stepped in, Zhao Pingyu’s figure had already disappeared from his sight.