Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Now Deity King Huyuan had been planning for hundreds of years. Using the incense offerings from the eight counties of the Heavenly Mystic as a guide, he wanted to shake the foundation of the Heavenly Mystic World.

Even if he couldn’t really injure the Heavenly Mystic Dao, he could at least lure one or two experts from the Heavenly Mystic World and kill them.

However, he was not expecting someone like Han Muye.

He was not a great cultivator of Confucianism.

One had to know that when Confucian cultivators stepped out of the Heavenly World, their combat strength would be greatly reduced.

They might not be able to withstand the siege of a Deity King and several guardians and generals with the combat power of Nascent Soul.

Taking down a few Confucian cultivators was a huge blow to Heavenly Mystic’s morale.

There was not much information on a blade fragment, and Han Muye saw through it in an instant.

They would fight to the death!

Before the other party could speak again, Han Muye had already rushed out and punched again.

His fist shadow was like a galloping bull, and his figure was like a bow.

It was a very ordinary fist technique that refined the body with the Iron Bull strength.

However, this punch had the power of tens of thousands of pounds that caused the void to tremble.

Behind him, the phantom of a black bull horn appeared.

Kui Horn.

The power of the divine beast fused with his body.

After the Kui Horn appeared, no one could see the phantom of the divine beast, Baxia.

“Swoosh—”

A flying saber appeared behind Han Muye. The saber light flickered and smashed into his back.

The flying daggers were swift and the saber light was dark, making it impossible to guard against them.

Han Muye seemed to not notice this flying knife. He continued to press forward and punch non-stop.

“Bam!”

The flying daggers hit Han Muye’s back.

The flying daggers broke, and the phantom of the divine beast, Baxia, slowly appeared behind Han Muye.

To be able to injure the divine beast, Baxia’s body from behind, not to mention flying daggers, even a world would not be able to do it.

“Divine Beast, Baxia!”

“How is this possible? Hasn’t the Desolate Wilderness been destroyed…”

“Be careful, this kid is not easy to deal with!”

At this moment, Deity King Huyuan let out a low shout and raised the golden sword in his hand.

“The body of the divine beast, Baxia. How is this possible?” they gasped.

The few of them couldn’t retain such a body!

Han Muye moved and appeared in front of Deity King Huyuan, then delivered a punch.

Facing Han Muye’s fist, the sword light kept swinging down.

Breaking the sword with a fist?

The black Kui Horn behind Han Muye flashed and turned into a half-foot-long fist spike that attached itself to his fist.

Receiving a sword strike with a fist, defeating a sword strike with a fist!