Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 95 - Kid, how about my sword?

Chapter 95: Kid, how about my sword?

“Ancestral—Return—of—10,000—Swords—”

Han Muye clenched his fists and stood at the bow of the boat.

It was Master Mo Yuan.

The Patriarch of Swords.

With his Qi Condensation cultivation, he controlled a sword intent and condensed thousands of sword Qi that shook the surrounding five kilometers.

This strike was called Ancestral Return of 10,000 swords.

The strike was powerful.

However, he was definitely not a match for the Grand Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Mu Tieyang, who was at the perfected Core Formation realm.

Han Muye knew why Mo Yuan had attacked.

To repay the Nine Mystic Sword Sect for 200 years of nurturing.

For the last journey of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

Therefore, he could ask for guidance from a half-step Heaven Realm expert.

It was also to let the world know that mortals could fight a Heaven Realm expert with a mortal sword!

“Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords,” Han Muye whispered as he watched the sword move forward.

“Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?” Bai Suzhen’s eyes lit up. She stood on her tiptoes and looked into the distance. “Is that the Myriad Sword Ancestor?”

“What an awesome Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!” Spiritual energy surged from Shopkeeper He’s body as he stared at Mo Yuan, who was walking forward with his hands behind his back. “This is how we should cultivate.”

Bai Suzhen nodded.

Although the peak of the Earth Realm was in front, he was unyielding and walked forward with his sword.

This was a sword cultivator!

“Boom—”

In front of the huge sword, a bronze sword light rose.

The sword light was simple but magnificent.

That sword was terrifying.

The cold sword light dyed the afterglow of the setting sun ice-blue.

The sword light collided with the illusory sword, and the sound of the sword rang through the world.

One breath.

Three breaths.

Ten breaths.

Ten breaths later, with a long sigh, the illusory sword shattered. Mo Yuan’s figure turned around and fell.

“He’s still too weak in the end.” Shopkeeper He shook his head and said regretfully.

Too weak.

That was a half-step into the Heaven Realm, the peak of the Western Frontier. No matter how strong the Myriad Sword Ancestor’s sword technique was, he was unable to resist it.

It was already the limit to resist ten breaths.

The sword light condensed by the Myriad Sword Ancestor shattered, and the bronze sword light chased after him.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and was about to fly out when he suddenly stopped.

Behind him,Purple flames and Destiny shook.

The flying sword in his sleeve made a soft sound.

Beside him, Bai Suzhen and Shopkeeper He’s swords rang.

They weren’t the only ones.

Ahead, sword cries sounded like heavenly music.

In a radius of 50 kilometers, 10,000 swords roared!

All the swords seemed to have met their king and kowtowed!

Rays of sword light condensed into a rainbow that traversed the world.

“Fellow Daoist Mo’s strike is not bad. After cultivating for a hundred years, it can kill a Heaven Realm expert.”

An old voice spoke, its voice drowning out all other sword cries.

The Sword Pavilion Elder, who was dressed in a green robe and had white hair and beard, stepped onto the sword light bridge and floated in the air.

He reached out into the void.

Mo Yuan’s shattered sword slowly condensed.

The sword emitted an extremely dazzling sword light.

“Gao Changgong of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion invites Fellow Daoist Mu Tieyang of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect to a match of death.”

The Sword Pavilion elder’s voice seemed to fall from the sky, and there was a rumble for a hundred miles.

This was the power of the Sword Pavilion Elder!

In these hundred breaths, he could fight a Heaven Realm expert.

When he attacked, he could kill anyone lower than the Heaven Realm!

Han Muye stood at the bow, anxiety flashing across his face, but he couldn’t move at all.

“Watch carefully, kid.”

“I’ve cultivated this sword for 60 years.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice sounded in Han Muye’s ears. It was gentle, with a hint of relief and incomparable pride.

The sword of soul in Han Muye’s divine spot vibrated, but it could not rush out.

He thought that if he rushed to Deer Park Mountain, he could stop the Sword Pavilion Elder from attacking.

He thought that the sword of the soul in his divine spot could replace the sword of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

But standing here, he realized that his soul sword was not even qualified to attack in front of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

The soul sword nurtured for 60 years was not focused on the condensation in sword intent.

The sword that he had cultivated for 60 years nurtured one’s essence, energy, and spirit. It was a fatal move!

“Alright, to be able to withstand Fellow Daoist Gao’s sword, I have no regrets.”

In front of him, an old man in a black robe held an ancient bronze sword and faced the Sword Pavilion elder.

He pointed his sword at the Sword Pavilion Elder, and the shadow of a mountain floated on his body.

Sword momentum!

Although it was illusory, it had already become a half-step great power!

Half-step sword momentum, peak of the Earth Realm.

Could such combat strength withstand the Hundred Breath Realm?

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was on the two people in the void in front of them.

Not only within a radius of a hundred kilometers, but even thousands of kilometers away, countless people’s attention were attracted to the battlefield.

This sword strike that day would determine the future of the Western Frontier and the fate of the two large sects!

Han Muye stared straight ahead.

At this moment, he slowly calmed down.

Just like how Master Mo Yuan wanted to attack, the Sword Pavilion Elder had waited countless years for this strike!

Wasn’t the reason why his soul nurtured the sword for 60 years to fight against an expert like Mu Tieyang and obtain some luck for the sect?

Cultivation, sword cultivation, other than immortality, it was killing, right?

He had no regrets killing a half-step Heaven Realm expert!

The moment Han Muye thought it through, all the suppressing influence on him dissipated.

In front of him, the Sword Pavilion Elder stabbed out with his sword.

The sword flashed brightly.

It was brighter than the sunset, as if the sky had turned upside down.

The cold blade seemed to freeze the mountains and rivers in an instant, causing the vegetation to wither.

It was fast.

This sword flashed faster than a meteor.

“Clang—”

The sound of swords clashing rang out.

The voice seemed to be in his ear, but also seemed to be thousands of miles away.

The sword light dimmed, and the setting sun disappeared into the horizon.

In the void, a sword cry sounded.

The Sword Pavilion elder stood in the air, his hands behind his back.

In front of him, the Grand Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Mu Tieyang, held a broken sword and pressed one hand on his chest.

“There’s nothing I can do…”

As Mu Tieyang fell, several figures rushed out from below and caught him.

No one spoke. The disciples of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect all flew away.

The sword Qi around the Sword Pavilion Elder began to dissipate, and his figure slowly fell.

Han Muye took a deep breath and said indifferently, “If you and I become enemies in the future, I’ll let you off.”

With that, he moved like a sword light and rushed down the flying ship.

On the flying ship, Bai Suzhen’s eyes flickered before finally turning into a smile.

“This guy is quite interesting.”

Beside her, Shopkeeper He turned around and looked at Han Muye, who had flown down. In the end, he did not speak.

“Let’s go. If someone from the Shangyang Demonic Sect appears here, it will definitely leave a trace,” Bai Suzhen whispered and turned to step into the cabin.

The Shangyang Demonic Sect was the second of the nine sects of the Western Frontier and the leader of the demonic path of the Western Frontier.

The Sect Master of the Shangyang Demonic Sect, Li Mubai, was the number one expert of the demonic path in the Western Frontier, a Heaven Realm expert.

Shopkeeper He nodded. Spiritual light wrapped around the flying ship as he muttered, “Actually, this kid is really not bad…”

…

Han Muye flew down the mountain. Sword lights flashed warily and retreated.

He was wearing the inner sect clothes of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, and there was no killing intent on his body.

Landing on the mountain rock, Han Muye flew forward and strode to the top of the mountain.

On the mountain peak, inner sect disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect protected each other with swords. In the middle was Mo Yuan, who had fallen to the ground. He stood on the limestone and looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder in the distance, as well as the green-robed fire lineage elder, Su Yuan.

“Kid, how’s my strike?”

The Sword Pavilion Elder turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was running over.

“The brilliant heavenly might can sweep through the world with a sword,” Han Muye said loudly.

The Sword Pavilion Elder laughed and pointed at Han Muye. “Did you come just to see me attack?”

Han Muye shook his head and walked forward. He looked at Mo Yuan, then looked up and said, “I’m here to bring you back to the Sword Pavilion.”

“Back to the Sword Pavilion…” The Sword Pavilion Elder’s expression changed as he turned around and looked at the place where the last afterglow had disappeared.

“Alright, let’s go back to the Sword Pavilion.”