Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Before, various factions in the Eastern Sea imagined how Han Muye would come to the Eastern Sea to challenge them.

Would he challenge each of the major sects one by one with a sword?

Or would he use the power of the Central Continent to suppress others and swagger around to force the various families to submit?

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Neither.

Han Muye arrived in the Eastern Sea less than half a year ago and immediately eradicated the spiritual armored demon clan that had been plaguing the Eastern Sea for countless years.

Words must be followed by action.

And next, he naturally wanted to challenge the sword cultivators in the Eastern Sea!

Looking at Han Muye, Gu Yuanlong and others, their faces were all excited.

They were now eager to follow Han Muyan and conquer the Eastern Sea!

“Good, now that the matter of the Spiritual Armored demons is resolved, it seems that the Eastern Sea sword cultivation sects have nothing to worry about.”

With a calm expression on his face, Han Muye said lightly, “I want to see how skilled the sword dao of the Eastern Sea is.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Primordial Spirit Sword behind Han Muye flew up.

He sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes. In front of him, a dazzling light screen rose.

The sword of the primordial spirit behind Han Mu Ye has already flown thousands of miles away within the light screen!

With a mere Primordial Spirit sword, Han Mengyan challenged the Eastern Sea without moving his physical body!

Was this arrogance or confidence?

“The Western Frontier’s Han Muye desires that the Tang Mountain Sword Sect can cultivate the Eastern Sea Sword Dao at the same time. Can we fight…”

His voice reverberated, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to resound for thousands of miles.

One sword to challenge the Eastern Sea!

At the entrance of the Tang Mountain Sword Sect, figures appeared on the pavilions.

Mo Yuan, who was wearing a green robe, stood on a mottled terrace with a smile on his face.

“Teacher Mo, Immortal Han of the Western Frontier is coming to the east. He wants to suppress the Eastern Sea with a single sword strike. What do you think?” A young man in a white robe said loudly, his battle intent surging.

Behind him, there were many other young men who looked indignant.

In their opinion, Han Muye was only able to sweep across the Eastern Sea with the power of the Heavenly Dao of the Central Continent and make the various sects lose their voice.

If he really had this ability, it would be fine.

Was borrowing the power of the Central Continent Dynasty’s Minister Wen true ability?

Crown Prince Yunduan had gathered three million sword cultivators to suppress Sangyu. Why didn’t she say that she was strong?

Most importantly, just as the various large sects were exterminating the spiritual armored demons with all their might, Han Muye, a legendary sword cultivator with extremely powerful combat strength, actually withdrew from the scene.

The battle in the Eastern Sea was chaotic, and Han Muye seemed unhurried.

Now that the Eastern Sea was peaceful, Han Muye came out to challenge them again.

This made countless young sword cultivators feel uneasy.

Half a month ago, many sword cultivators had already gathered at the Tang Mountain Sword Sect, waiting for Han Muye’s agreed challenge.

It was not until today that Han Muye finally came to challenge them.

Mo Yuan turned around and looked at the young sword cultivators around him.

How should he put it? These people were brave, talented in the Sword Dao, humble, and studious.

However, they were still too young and had too little experience. They did not know how complicated and profound the world was.

“What do you think?” Mo Yuan chuckled. He raised his hand and beckoned a wooden chair not far away to sit down.

“I’ll sit here and watch.”

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A sword light traveled 30,000 miles, and a Daoist in a green robe stood in front of him.

“I’m Sun Jidao from the Muyang Sword Sect. I’m here to welcome Immortal Han.”

With that, the Daoist raised his sword and stabbed forward.

The sword light stirred up the seawater below and turned into 10 tornadoes.

After the sword strike, the hundred-mile water dragon roared.

“Not bad.”

A voice came from Han Muye’s Primordial Soul sword, and then the sword light moved, traveling a hundred miles.

“Boom!”

All the tornadoes were cut off by a single sword!

Sun Jidao’s face was pale, he almost vomited blood.

He had accumulated power for three days and only waited for one strike, but he could not even block 10 breaths.

This Immortal Han was really an Immortal!

“Water Dragon Roar?”

Han Muye whispered. The Primordial Spirit Sword vibrated and spun.

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“I also have a Water Dragon Roar.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword stabbed into the sea.

“Boom!”

Waves surged as a 10,000-foot water dragon soared into the sky and roared into the sky!

Water Dragon Roar!

Sun Jidao was dumbfounded and muttered, “Water Meridian Affinity max level, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to transform into a dragon. This sword, this sword…”

This sword was heaven-defying!

“Boom!”

Lightning descended from the sky and shattered the water dragon’s head.

In the void, the roar of a dragon could be heard.

When the water dragon took shape, it attracted the Tribulation of Heaven and Earth. This was the true roar of the water dragon!

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“Sun Jidao, I’ve learned something.” Sun Jidao bowed at the Primordial Spirit sword that Han Muye had transformed into and retreated.

“Practicing for a thousand years without success, it turns out that my Water Dragon Roar was lacking spirituality.”

Han Muye’s move in practice opens up the puzzle that he has been unable to solve for a thousand years.

“Buzz!”

Sword light flashed as the primordial spirit sword flew away.

In the void, several figures appeared. However, they just watched and did not dare to stop him.

The Western Frontier’s Immortal used the Water Dragon Roar to defeat Sun Jidao’s Water Dragon Roar. The flying sword flew over!

This news instantly spread throughout the Eastern Sea.

Immortal Han’s swordsmanship was affinity with water. No wonder he dared to come to the Eastern Sea!

A middle-aged Daoist in a yellow Daoist robe flew up and took a step forward. There was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

“Zhang Mingjin from the Steep Cliff, here to ask for advice…”

His voice resounded in the air, and he was in the sky. A 10,000-foot stone cliff smashed down!

This stone cliff was condensed from sword intent, the power of the sword dao!

In the void, there was someone whispering, “Zhang Mingjin from the Steep Cliff, the Eastern Sea’s top itinerant cultivator, eighth level Out of Body realm.”

A Out of Body Eighth Realm master cultivator attacked with the momentum of the Sword Dao!

Countless divine senses swept down, to see how Han Muye blocked this sword.

In the aftermath, on the light screen in front of Han Muye, there was a cliff in front of him and the long sword was ringing.

Gu Yuanlong and the others clenched their fists tightly and widened their eyes.

“The path of the sword is sharp and fearless.

“Once my sword is drawn, I will never retreat, no matter how many times I am defeated.”

Han Muye muttered as the Primordial Spirit Sword moved straight forward.

“Clang—”

The tip of the sword collided with the cliff and the long sword penetrated through the cliff, flying forward.

Before Gu Yuanlong and the others could heave a sigh of relief, another stone wall appeared in front of the Primordial Spirit Sword.

“Boom!”

The sword penetrated through the stone wall.

In front of them, there was another stone wall, thicker and more solid.

The sword didn’t stop at all and penetrated the stone wall.

One wall.

One wall.

In the span of a hundred breaths, the long sword had pierced through 3,000 stone walls.

In front, the stone wall reconvened.

“How, how do we get through?” Guo Tianjin’s eyes widened as he muttered.

“When it comes to cultivation, you have to persevere. There’s a sword in your heart.

“The sword in my hand has not yet been broken. How can the sword in my heart be broken?”

Han Muye’s voice was calm as he pushed forward with the Primordial Spirit Sword.

“Clang—”

The sword went half a foot into the limestone and became stuck!

Everyone’s eyes widened.

He couldn’t stab anymore!