Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye did not expect to see the Mystic Sun Guards of the Central Continent.

When nearly a hundred Mystic Sun Guards formed an array at once, Han Muye saw different combat techniques.

The sword light was like a wheel, row after row, almost endless.

One attacked and the other defended. There were fewer than a hundred Mystic Sun Guards divided into two formations. They alternated between offense and defense continuously.

Although there were many powerful enemies around them, it was difficult to break through their defenses for the time being.

Coupled with the great spear condensed by the Confucianist Grandmaster above their heads, the enemies surrounding them did not dare to fight too hard.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This was the true strength of the Central Continent Dynasty.

A Confucian cultivator with the protection of the Mystic Sun Guards could actually deal with several Heaven Realm experts, thousands of cultivators, and countless strange beasts in the void.

This was under the circumstances that the great cultivators of the Way of Confucianism could not borrow the power of the Way of Heaven and could only activate their supernatural powers with their People’s Will and Great Spirit.

With the support of the force of the Heavens and Earth in the Central Continent, such strength could easily sweep through a county.

“Boom!”

A thousand-foot-long saber condensed from spiritual light slashed down and collided with the golden spear.

The long saber broke and dissipated into Spirit Qi. The great spear trembled slightly and the golden light on it dimmed a little.

“Sir, we’ll protect you and kill our way out!”

Someone among the Mystic Sun Guards shouted.

Through the layers of sword light, Han Muye saw a middle-aged man in a green and yellow robe. He had a determined expression and remained silent, only holding an ink brush tightly in his hand.

Behind him, the shadow of a large golden seal flickered.

Central Continent Dynasty, Censorate.

This was an official from the Central Continent. Judging from the grade of his robe, he was at least comparable to a county governor.

However, in this void, the Authority Golden Seal could not summon the power of heaven and earth. He relied purely on his own cultivation to condense the Great Spirit to kill. This grandmaster-level Imperial Censor of the Censorate had lost more than half of his combat strength.

If such a grandmaster with the authority of the dynasty was in the Central Continent, he could suppress an entire country with a single word.

“Roar—”

The roars of mutated beasts came from the void. The surrounding mutated beasts began to attack crazily.

This put the Mystic Sun Guards in danger.

“Sir, leave quickly. Wait for another day to lead an army to surround and kill these cultivators from the other world,” someone from the Mystic Sun Guards said in a low voice.