Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 201: Tu Sunshi’s Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Although Tu Sunshi’s combat strength was powerful, it was not to the extent that he could inflict injuries on people of the same level.

His sword light was suppressed by the demonic light. The sword light swept across, shattering the arrows and killing the water dragon. Then he retreated from the battle and faced the five Heaven Realm demons with a solemn expression.

He was a rare Sword Dao expert in the world to be able to fight one against five without losing.

But no one knew how long this invincibility would last.

The next thrust of the sword?

Or the one after next?

If Tu Sunshi was defeated, the Western Frontier would lose everything.

Those half-step Heaven Realm cultivators also knew that when they joined forces to charge into the battle, they were blocked by more half-step Heaven Realm demons.

The strength of the demons in the Southern Wasteland was indeed much stronger than that of the Western Frontier.

Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, and gently raised his hand. The Destiny and Purple Flame swords landed in his palms.

The two swords crossed, and a sword light rose from Han Muye’s body.

The sword light was so powerful that the abundant sword Qi at the foot of the mountain was not able to blot it out.

“Han Muye!”

“Senior Brother Han is about to attack!”

On the battlefield, countless low cries sounded.

Han Muye had only fought once since he came to Cloud Nest Ridge.

In that battle, he held two swords in his hands and formed the Cloud Nest Ridge battle line without taking a step back.

No one knew that Han Muye’s sword had slashed through the Heaven Realm.

“Hum—”

The sword vibrated.

First, a sword.

Then came countless swords.

In the sky above the battlefield, Tu Sunshi turned to look at Han Muye and whispered, “This brat is really…”

Really what?

No one knew how much Tu Sunshi’s heart ached.

He had given the soul sword Qi that he had condensed for countless years to Han Muye because he thought that he would make good use of it.

But how long had it been nourishing?

This kid was about to use up the soul sword Qi.

Soul Sword Qi!

A sword light floated above Han Muye’s head.

The sword light condensed into a thousand-foot-long sword. The blade was slightly illusory, and the patterns on it were ancient.

The Sword of the Soul that Tu Sunshi had given him.

If Han Muye nurtured this sword and turned it into his soul sword, it would take a long time.

At this moment, Han Muye chose to directly consume the sword Qi.

Because there was a small green sword in his divine treasure!

For the time being, his soul power was only enough to nourish one soul sword. Any more would be a burden.

If not now, when?

Han Muye placed one hand behind his back and floated in midair, sword lotuses blooming with every step.

“Senior Tu Sunshi, we worked well last time. Why don’t we have another match today?”

Han Muye walked forward and shouted.

Almost everyone on the entire battlefield looked at Han Muye.

What does he want? they wondered.

Could a small cultivator go to the battlefield of a Heaven Realm expert?

Lunatic.

Hearing Han Muye’s shout, Tu Sunshi’s eyes flashed.

Worked well?

This kid is reminding me that I’m still short of 20% of the profits from plundering the Yuntai Dao Sect.

Is he afraid that if I die in battle today, the debt will be gone?

Looking at the sword light above Han Muye’s head, Tu Sunshi’s fighting spirit surged.

Last time, when he worked with Han Muye, he killed a Heaven Realm demon with one strike.

Today, he was without his Sword of the Soul, and Han Muye’s Sword of the Soul might pale in comparison.

There’s not much difference!

“Haha, kid, let’s work together again!”

Tu Sunshi flew up and raised his hand. The Sword of the Soul above Han Muye’s head flew out and landed in his palm.

Han Muye stood in the air, divine light surging from his body as he activated the Sword of the Soul to cooperate with Tu Sunshi.

“Boom—”

The Sword of the Soul slashed down. The endless pressure instantly absorbed the spiritual energy and soul power that scattered in a radius of 50 miles, condensed into a black sword, and ruthlessly smashed into the newly condensed water dragon.

The water dragon roared in pain. Its body shattered and converged into a thin old man in a green robe in the distance.

The old man grimaced in pain.