Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye’s actions were done in one go without any hesitation, as if he had practiced it millions of times!

One sword, half a step into the Heaven Realm, kill!

“Buzz!”

It was only at this moment that the spear light from the old man’s spear shattered.

It was only at this moment that the Purple Flame Sword that killed the three sword cultivators was retracted.

It was only at this moment that everyone in the void was dumbfounded. They stared at Han Muye, who was standing in the air with two swords in his hands.

He was truly a peerless sword cultivator!

“Great!”

Lu Chen clapped his hands and shouted, “The sword light shoots like a rainbow, slaying enemies in one breath. It’s really satisfying!”

With two swords in hand, Han Muye let out a long roar and rushed up!

The sword light was faster than a meteor. As soon as the sword passed, he had already landed elsewhere.

When a person and a sword merged and separated, there were countless changes.

At this moment, in the void, there was a sword light that was unrivaled!

It was either a leaf of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, a piece of wood, a piece of gold, the Moonlight Sword Sect’s Xuan Yue, the Central Continent Sword Technique, the Eastern Sea Sword Technique, the Cloud Heaven Sword Technique, or the Immortal Spirit World Sword Technique.

Unknowingly, Han Muye had stopped striving for sword techniques.

The sword had already formed the Dao, so why was there a need to use a technique?

Attacking from afar and stabbing at close range, one’s body would follow the sword. As long as the sword was there, the person would live. When the sword fell, the person would perish.

He had averted danger in a flash.

Below, Lu Chen opened his mouth and wanted to recite a few poems, but he did not know how to describe the current Han Muye.

Su He and the others held their Mystic Sun swords tightly, their shoulders trembling.

How lucky I am to meet such a sword cultivator today! they thought.

“This sword is so fast,” someone said.

Then the others nodded in agreement.

Lu Chen muttered, “He’s so damn fast…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chen’s expression changed. He raised the war spear above his head and shouted, “Retreat quickly!”

Retreat.

They had to retreat.

In front of them, a thousand-foot-long black-armored phantom appeared.

Heaven Realm, Nascent Soul Realm.

Further away, waves of pressure surged over.

Lu Chen’s golden spear was frozen in midair, unable to advance an inch.

Out of Body cultivation!

Today’s siege was presided over by an Out of Body cultivator.

Otherwise, Lu Chen, who was at the Grandmaster Realm, would not have been trapped in this wasteland.