Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

However, before the sword light arrived, Han Muye was already enveloped by a spiritual light and rushed to the fourth level.

Reluctantly, the sword energies chased after him.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, the third level of the Sword Pavilion could be seen trembling. Countless spiritual lights and sword lights intertwined and went straight to the fourth floor.

“The third level has also awakened…”

Beside Xu Chuanhe, a white-haired old man whispered.

The other Sword Dao cultivators of the Six Stalwart Pavilion had complicated expressions.

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion no longer needed the disciples outside to activate it and provide spiritual qi.

Their Sword Pavilion was really going to find its master…

This feeling was difficult for outsiders to understand.

Without a master in the Sword Pavilion, the Six Stalwart Pavilion would eventually be suppressed by other factions.

However, with a master in the Sword Pavilion, this treasure would become someone else’s.

Including the precious swords in the Sword Pavilion.

Who wouldn’t feel heartache?

“I wonder who obtained the recognition of the Sword Pavilion?” someone said softly.

Actually, everyone knew that Han Muye was most likely the only one who could do this.

Previously, a disciple had come to report that Han Muye was in the Sword Pavilion.

“Fortunately, Han Muye has a clear conscience and is a true sword cultivator.” Xu Chuanhe’s eyes revealed a smile.

Be it the Sword Evaluation Meeting or the enmity with the Life Seizing Tower, Han Muye acted like a sword cultivator.

This made everyone heave a sigh of relief.

The master of the Sword Pavilion was the master of the Six Stalwart Pavilion. No one wanted to have another master with a bad character above their heads.

“Boom!”

Han Muye had just entered the fourth level of the Sword Pavilion when a sword light slashed at his head.

Zhu Wushi!

The powerhouse of the Seven Luminaries Sword Sect, Zhu Wushi, was in the Seven Luminaries Pavilion.

The sword light was magnificent, sealing all of Han Muye’s escape routes.

This sword caused the surrounding spiritual light to shine. The sharp whistle was ear-piercing, as if it wanted to crush the space.

The unexpected strike seemed to have frightened Han Muye. He stopped in midair and did not react at all.

“That’s Han Muye!” someone exclaimed in the distance.

“This sword attack is at least at Out of Body Level Three. It is unstoppable!” The sword cultivator who originally wanted to help stopped in his tracks and fear appeared in his eyes.

The Sword Pavilion was suppressed by the Dao Domain’s power, which was different from the outside world.

Even a Heaven Realm cultivator’s sword power was compressed to the extreme.

At this moment, Zhu Wushi’s sword strike made the surrounding sword cultivators lose the idea of taking action.

“Could it be that this guy really can’t block it?” On the distant mountain range, Bai Zeyu frowned.

“Hehe, if he’s really dead, it means that the ancestor has misjudged him.” He laughed and turned to look into the distance.

On the other side, Shui Yue’er from the Water Spirit Palace pierced through the body of a sword cultivator.

The sword cultivator’s qi, blood, and spiritual qi, as well as the sword intent he had cultivated all his life, turned into streams of light that were absorbed by Shui Yue’er’s sword.

Nurturing the sword with all the power of a cultivator!

The fourth floor was the real killing ground.

Shui Yue’er raised her head and looked at Bai Zeyu, her eyes full of coldness.

With a flash of her sword, she charged towards another sword cultivator.

“They’re from the spiritual armor demons after all. The Ancestor said that the blood of these spiritual armor demons is cold. I felt it the last time I tasted it…” Bai Zeyu’s expression was solemn as he turned to look in Han Muye’s direction.

At this moment, the sword light that Zhu ignored had already arrived in front of Han Muye, but Han Muye did not move at all.

“Boom!”

Endless streams of light collided in the void behind Han Muye.

These were the swords of the entire third floor rushing onto the fourth floor!

The wings of light on Han Muye’s back flashed and he disappeared.

Zhu Wushi’s sword light was the first to be shattered.

Before he could react, the sword lights engulfed him.

“Buzz!”

Countless swords turned into long dragons and chased after Han Muye.

As for Zhu Wushi, who was swallowed, it was like he had never been here.

A Heaven Realm Out of Body realm cultivator had died silently on the fourth level!

This was killing!

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Han Muye laughed and flew away.

He was flying towards a distant mountain range.

Behind him, the sword light turned into a dragon and chased after him.

Bai Zeyu, who was standing at the top of the mountain, was originally smiling, but the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

Han Muye was clearly flying towards him!

“Brother Bai, help!” Han Muye shouted.

F*ck!

Bai Zeyu turned around and ran.

Was this something he could get involved in?

Seeing him escape, Han Muye laughed loudly and led the sword light dragon towards Shui Yue’er.

Shui Yue’er, who he had defeated with one strike and could kill with another strike, also had a change in expression. In the end, she chose to fly away.

...

She escaped.

At this moment, the entire fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion was in chaos.

Han Muye led the sword lights to wreak havoc, and no one dared to stop.

He was in the middle, and thousands of sword cultivators were fleeing in front of him.

The fourth level of the Sword Pavilion, which was supposed to be filled with people fighting each other, had become a fourth level for escaping.

“Fellow Daoists, we should work together to overcome difficulties!” Han Muye shouted.

Then the sword cultivators in front ran faster.

“Everyone, this sword light is a huge opportunity. If we can disperse the sword light dragon, we might be able to become the master of the Sword Pavilion,” Han Muye shouted again.

F*ck, who would believe this?

The sword cultivators in front ran even faster.

Han Muye smiled and chased after these sword cultivators on the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The sword light behind him did not give up either. It surged like a torrent.

One day.

Three days.

Ten days.

More and more sword cultivators, whose cultivation levels were low and spiritual qi were exhausted, threw away the swords in their hands and turned into nothingness as they were kicked out by the Sword Pavilion.

The long swords flew into the sword light dragon and made it stronger.