Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 783 - 783 Meeting Tu Sunshi Again (3)

Chapter 783 - 783 Meeting Tu Sunshi Again (3)

783 Meeting Tu Sunshi Again (3)

There was actually a maze hidden there.

If it wasn’t for this sword slash, they would definitely have died if they barged into the maze.

“Old Tu, your Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is really effective. If it weren’t for this strike, we would have been wrapped up like dumplings.” A bearded man whispered and grinned. “Whoosh—”

Everyone turned around and left. However, before they could fly more than 100 miles, they stopped.

In front, a young man in a black robe with a sheathed black sword on his back stood there with his arms crossed.

“Why aren’t you running?

“There are only five of the even Bandits of Liu Chuan left. Those two are waiting to reunite with you at my Golden Mystic Dao Sect.”

The young man sneered and looked at Old Tu. “Tu 10,000 Swords, let me see how capable you are.”

“Clang—”

His long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was bone-chilling. From a thousand feet away, it seemed to want to devour people.

The expressions of the few people who were blocked changed. Just as they were about to rush forward, Old Tu raised his hand and stopped them.

“The direct disciple of the Golden Mystic Dao Sect, Yu Shen of the Cold Water Sword.” Old Tu narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. “This is an eighth level Nascent Soul great sword cultivator.”

Eighth level of the Nascent Soul Realm!

The others trembled.

Among them, the highest cultivation was only at the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, Old Tu.

Facing an eighth level Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator, even if they attacked together, they wouldn’t be able to block a single sword strike.

“Since you want to see my Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, how can I disappoint you?” Old Tu smiled faintly. He unsheathed the sword in his hand and flew out.

The sword split into tens of millions in midair.

“This sword is called the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. It’s a method to open up a Great Dao for ordinary sword cultivators in the world.

“I’ve only learned the basics of this sword. I’m willing to ask for your advice.”

The sword lights gathered and turned into one sword. Old Tu shouted and suppressed the sword lights, slashing down at Yu Shen’s head.

Yu Shen’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and waved it.

“Clang—”

After a loud bang, the sound of countless swords colliding could be heard.

Not far away, two flying ships surrounded him.

Everyone stared at the two swords that had clashed countless times in the void.

“Good sword technique!” After a hundred breaths, Yu Shen shouted and retreated.

After retreating 1,000 feet, the sword light dissipated. Holding a long sword, Old Tu’s face turned red and the blade trembled slightly.

“To be able to fight with me for so long with a single sword technique, you, Tu 10,000 Swords, are quite a character.” Yu Shen looked at Tu 10,000 Swords and said calmly, “Give up your sword and return the Infinite Unity Sword Case that you stole. My Golden Mystic Dao Sect will not make things difficult for you.”

Tu 10,00 Swords held his sword and said nothing.

“The Infinite Unity Sword Case belongs to my sect. Since when did it belong to your Golden Mystic Dao Sect?” A middle aged sword cultivator that stood behind Tu 10,000 Swords had a furious expression as he shouted loudly.

Hearing his words, Yu Shen’s expression turned cold, and a sharp sword intent soared into the sky.

Tu 10,000 Swords pointed his sword forward, and sword light gathered.

“Tu 10,000 Swords, I’ve given you face, but you don’t know what’s good for you. The so-called Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is nothing more than this.” The sword in Yu Shen’s hand turned into a Frosty Snake. Its body curled up as it roared in a low voice.

As soon as the Frosty Snake appeared, countless ice flowers floated in the surrounding void.

Layer upon layer of cold darkness enveloped a radius of thousands of yards.

Tu Sunshi’s sword froze instantly.

His gaze fell on the sword in his hand and his expression was extremely solemn.

Behind him, several cultivators tried their best to resist the cold, but their faces were pale and they were trembling all over.

“Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, is that all?”

Right then, a calm voice sounded.

“Han Muye!” Tu Wanjian exclaimed.

Yu Shen’s expression changed drastically. He raised his head and looked ahead.

“Slash—”

It was as if a curtain had been torn apart, and the frozen void shattered.

The frost turned into nothingness as if it had never existed.

Suddenly, the snake trembled and transformed into a sword, floating in front of Yu Shen.

“Who are you?” Yu Shen stared at Han Muye, who was taking a step out of the void. Sword qi converged on his body.

There was no strong sword Qi or power on Han Muye’s body, but he could easily rip apart the power barrier set up by his sword. It was impossible for him to be an ordinary person.

“You don’t need to know who I am.” Han Muye shook his head, glanced at Tu 10,000 Swords behind him, and a green sword appeared in his hand.

“Take this move of mine, Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, and I’ll let you go.”

“Ancestral—Return—of—10,000—Swords—”

The person in front of him would also return to the sect!

Other than Tu 10,000 Swords, everyone else widened their eyes.

Tu 10,000 Swords was known as the 10,000 Swords. He was famous for the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. Although he had always said that the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords was to open up a path for low-level sword cultivators in the world, he had never seen anyone else who knew this sword technique other than him.

Today, he finally saw someone who knew how to control 10,000 swords.

Was he Tu 10,000’s junior or someone of the same generation?

“Old Tu, do you want to charge together?” The burly man who had spoken earlier leaned forward and whispered.

Charge together?

A hint of hesitation flashed across Tu Wanjian’s face.

He admired Han Muye’s swordsmanship.

But Han Muye’s cultivation…

“Buzz!”

At this moment, the sword in Han Muye’s hand vibrated, and a sword light rose from his body.

“F*ck, Sword Infant!” Tu Wanjian’s eyes widened.

Sword Dao Nascent Soul!

On the other side, Yu Shen was also shocked. He hurriedly held the long sword in front of him, and spiritual light surged from his body.

Only by reaching the pinnacle of the sword would one be able to reach the Nascent Soul Realm of the Sword Dao.

The person in front of him was actually a pure Sword Dao cultivator.

Such a sword cultivator who formed his Nascent Soul with his sword was not restricted by his cultivation at all.

One should not make any a.s.sumptions about cultivation when fighting such a person.

“Good lord, Nascent Soul. I’ve cultivated for so many years, but I’ve only seen three sword cultivators who’ve condensed Nascent Soul,” an old man with a white beard behind Tu 10,000 Swords said in a low voice.