Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1821: Sword God Lu Yue Who Traversed Countless Universes

Chapter 1821: Sword G.o.d Lu Yue Who Traversed Countless Universes

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Master?

Han Muye nodded.

This was what he had been waiting for.

Beside Han Muye, the young man also nodded.

A smile spread across Zhang Yu’s face as he raised his hand, thrusting a sword towards the portrait in front of him.

On the portrait, a surge of sword energy clashed with the blade, splitting open a door several feet wide.

Within that doorway, traces of sword energy flickered.

Threads of green steps extended from the doorway.

Zhang Yu turned around with a solemn expression.

“Whether you can gain the recognition of the master and inherit the swordsmanship depends on your talent and luck.”

With that, he took a step back and bowed slightly to the gate in front of him.

Han Muye tidied his clothes and cupped his hands at Zhang Yu. Then he took a step forward and stood on the stone steps.

With each step, Han Muye could feel the power of sword intent emanating from the steps colliding with him.

This power felt like sword light piercing his heart.

It had been a long time since he had felt this sensation of sparring with a master swordsman.

He felt his blood boiling.

This feeling was very similar to when the sword energy entered his body as he stepped into the Sword Pavilion back then.

Behind him, the young man who was fighting Han Muye stepped onto the stone steps, his face slightly pale.

“My name is Xu Cheng. Remember, I’m the Senior Brother.”

Xu Cheng muttered and took another step forward.

Intense sword energy erupted from him as his sword continuously slashed, as if he were fighting someone.

Han Muye knew that Xu Cheng was clashing with the sword energy that had entered his body.

This process of confrontation was the process of his comprehension of swordsmanship.

Only by harmonizing with the sharpness of swordsmanship could he resolve this sword energy and then transform it into his own swordsmanship.

Xu Cheng’s talent in swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary. In front of Han Muye, he steadily advanced step by step up the stone steps.

With each step, the sharpness on the long sword in his hand seemed to increase.

After advancing ten steps, Xu Cheng was already surrounded by sword energy, with sword intent rising behind him.

“Let’s go.

Another step up, Xu Cheng turned around and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye’s expression did not change as he put away the sword in his hand.

His feet moved lightly, stepping on the stone steps in front of him.

The sword intent within the stone steps surged into his body, instantly dissipated by him.

This level of sword intent was nothing to him.

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

One step at a time, Han Muye surpa.s.sed Xu Cheng in a few breaths.

This speed made Xu Cheng’s eyes widen.

“You”

Xu Cheng exclaimed.

“Let’s go,” Han Muye said calmly, brushing past him.

As he walked forward, Han Muye could sense that the sword intent under his feet was becoming sharper.

It was as if the sword intent was responding to his provocation.

Han Muye looked up at the seemingly endless stone steps and sped up.

Behind him, Xu Cheng gritted his teeth, held his sword, and chased with all his might.

Unfortunately, when he looked up again, Han Muye was already gone.

“Is this guy really that strong…”

Xu Cheng muttered to himself, a trace of frustration flashing across his face.

At this moment, Han Muye was extremely fast and had already stepped onto the thousand stone steps.

On the stone steps, his clothes fluttered in the wind, like an immortal ascending to the heavens.

Endless sword light circled around him, then condensed into the phantom of a long sword.

As the sword light flickered, every time it flashed, he pa.s.sed 10 steps under his feet.

“Boom”

With a bang, a huge sword slashed down from above his head.

The sword light was dazzling, carrying the pressure of tens of millions of pounds, as if it could directly crush his body.

Looking at the sword edge, Han Muye raised his hand and pointed.

“Dang”

The green sword energy clashed with the giant sword edge and then shattered.

The world in front of him was directly torn open, and a golden light tore through.

A golden doorway appeared in front of him.

“I haven’t seen a sword cultivator from the Primordial Chaos Universe in countless years…”

A voice came from within the doorway, filled with sighs and emotions.

Han Muye stepped into the doorway and saw a white-bearded old man, dressed in a green robe, sitting in the empty hall in front of him.

This old man looked like the portrait of the master of the Lu Yue Sword Pavilion.

Patriarch Lu Yue.

“Junior sword cultivator Han Muye of the Primordial Chaos Universe greets Senior Lu Yue.”

Han Muye bowed to Lu Yue.

No matter what, Master Lu Yue was a senior figure who had come from the Primordial Chaos Universe.

“Yes.” Lu Yue looked Han Muye up and down, then nodded, “Indeed extraordinary, stable sword intent, profound soul, and most importantly, your physical body is already at a level beyond my perception.

“I remember that only a few divine beast overlords in the Primordial Universe had such physical bodies.”

Han Muye’s expression did not change as he bowed his head slightly.

It seemed that this person was also a top-notch powerhouse back then.

However, for some reason, only his remnant soul was left here.

As if reading Han Muye’s mind, Patriarch Lu Yue smiled and waved his hand. “Do you think I’m a remnant soul?”

“In fact, this is just a mark I left in the memory of the Heaven Raising Elephant’s memories.

“I had already shattered this void, crushed the Galaxy Divine Realm, and left this Universe millions of years ago.”

In Patriarch Lu Yue’s words, there was pride.

Cutting through the void and shattering the Galaxy Divine Realm?

Han Muye looked up and saw that Lu Yue’s eyes were endlessly bright.

“As a junior sword cultivator from the Primordial Chaos Universe, I must give you a big gift.

“Let’s see how much you can catch.”

Patriarch Lu Yue’s figure slowly dissipated, and his voice echoed in front of Han Muye.

“I remember that in the Primordial Chaos Universe back then, the only person in the world who could draw his sword in front of me cultivated sword formations.”

“My sword is different.”

Sword formation.

At the pinnacle of Han Muye’s swordsmanship was the formation of swords, transforming into a formation that could shatter everything in the world.