Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1331 - 1331 Should I Pay Back the Golden Beads I Owe? (5)

Chapter 1331 - 1331 Should I Pay Back the Golden Beads I Owe? (5)

1331 Should I Pay Back the Golden Beads I Owe? (5)

The bamboo whip shattered with a loud sound, and the old man in the gray robe turned pale as his entire body flipped backward.

As his body moved, the power from Han Muye’s sword was dissipated, and the sword light shattered and returned to nothingness.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he raised the sword in his hand again.

At this moment, Han Qi, who was behind him, cried out in shock, “Be careful—”

In front of him, the black-robed old man who had suddenly appeared crossed his swords and stabbed at Han Muye’s neck.

It was fast.

Ruthless.

This strike was comparable to Han Muye’s move, the Reversal of the Crescent Moon.

“Boom—”

Han Muye didn’t seem to notice the black-robed old man, and he continued to swing his sword down.

However, when he swung this sword, his steps quietly advanced half a step forward.

It was this half-step that directly opened up the s.p.a.ce between him and the two swords.

Under the majestic sword light, the gray-robed elder did not dare to resist anymore and retreated.

The black-robed old man’s sword missed. He spun his hands, preparing to strike again.

However, at this moment, Han Muye took another step forward and slashed down again.

The gray-robed old man retreated again.

The scene in front of Han Qi was bizarre.

Han Muye alone with a sword was holding back the old man in the gray robe.

Elder Feng, who was renowned for his swordsmanship, couldn’t even touch a hair on Han Muye with his dual swords.

Was this still the Elder Zhu and Elder Feng he had known for so many years?

Weren’t these two the ones who had suppressed and commanded the various factions?

As if sensing Han Qi’s thoughts, the gray-robed old man, who had been retreating all along, took a deep breath.

As he watched Han Muye swing his sword down again, he raised his hands, and the bamboo whip connected, weaving into a green bamboo pattern.

Layer upon layer, the bamboo branches connected, and bamboo leaves pierced through, exuding a lush green.

He intended to forcefully block Han Muye’s sword.

But in the instant this bamboo pattern appeared, a look of horror flashed across his face.

Because he saw Han Muye’s sword change direction.

Backward.

He raised the sword, turned his body, and spun to strike again!

“Clang—”

Elder Feng, who was wearing black clothes, was sent flying by a sword!

This formidable expert, who had dominated the Chaotic Killing Reef with his swordsmanship, had no chance to fight back under this sword.

“Good sword technique!”

Elder Feng, who had only stopped thousands of yards away, let out a low shout, his eyes gleaming brightly.

He held his swords with both hands, spun in the air, and disappeared.

Han Muye smiled faintly and fiercely swung his sword.

“Clang—”

Elder Feng, who had turned pale, reappeared under the large sword, barely blocking Han Muye’s attack with his dual swords.

“How is this possible…”

He looked at the sword in Han Muye’s hand in panic. He didn’t understand why his innate skill had been exposed.

In this Chaotic Killing Reef, he had killed countless experts with this close combat sword technique.

But today, his sword techniques and innate movement techniques had all been seen through.

“It’s impossible!” He shouted in disbelief, and his body turned into a slender golden wasp with a twist of his waist, spreading its wings and pouncing on Han Muye.

“Elder Feng has even been forced to reveal his true form,” Han Qi muttered from behind.

In all these years, he had only seen Elder Feng reveal his true form three times.

For these old guys who had already transformed their bodies, revealing their true forms was something they were extremely reluctant to do.

Only when they were forced to the brink of helplessness would they reveal their true forms to fight.

“No way, this guy is so strong.” Elder Zhu, who was gathering the bamboo leaves, also looked confused.

Watching the slender golden wasp approach rapidly, Han Muye suddenly retracted his large sword.

In the next moment, a purple short sword was held upside down in his left hand.

“Slash—”

With a wave of his hand, his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already on the left side of the slender golden wasp. The short sword reversed and brushed against its waist, leaving a golden scar.

This strike made Elder Zhu and Han Qi widen their eyes.

The thin-waisted golden bee spread its wings and quickly retreated.

But at that moment, Han Muye’s short sword followed, striking again.

“Slash—”

The left wing of the slender golden wasp quivered, and it bore another sword mark.

“Sizzle—”

The slender golden wasp let out a terrified howl, its wings flapping once more.

“Slash—”

Another strike on the left side.

“Slash—”

A strike on the left wing.

“Slash—”

…

Pa! The human form of Elder Feng, with tattered clothes, fell to the ground, his face filled with fear as he looked at Han Muye.

“Your sword, why is it so strong…”

It wasn’t just his sword; it was his strange swordsmanship and techniques that he couldn’t have imagined.

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and slowly sheathed his sword.

“There are countless sword cultivators in the world, but I can only suppress 99% of them.

“As for swordsmanship, there may still be those in the world who are stronger than me.”

Looking at Elder Feng, he said indifferently, “Your swordsmanship is too lousy.”

Old Feng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Elder Zhu looked at the sword condensed from bamboo leaves in front of him and hurriedly waved his hand to disperse them.

Han Qi opened his mouth several times but ultimately didn’t say anything.

“Boom—”

The void dissipated, and the black and white chess pieces on the stone table remained as if the battle hadn’t happened.

However, the black-robed Elder Feng’s clothes were torn to shreds.

“Ahem, Fellow Daoist, impressive swordsmanship,” Elder Feng said, looking at his torn clothes. He then looked at Han Muye with a slight tremor in his shoulders.

He couldn’t even imagine this swordsmanship.

Elder Zhu, who was opposite him, also had a complicated expression on his face as he nodded gently.

In the cultivation world, strength spoke for itself.

From the moment Han Muye arrived on the island and walked into the small courtyard, he had done nothing except engage in battle.

A fist could solve many problems.

For example, now they could sit around the small stone table and talk freely without any hindrance.

Han Qi roughly described his experience of being tortured by Han Muye.

Hearing that Han Muye was the true body of the Kui and could control lightning, Elder Zhu and Elder Feng’s eyes lit up.