Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1141 - 1141 Embracing the Righteous Sword Dao, Entering the Heaven Immortal Realm (4)

1141 Embracing the Righteous Sword Dao, Entering the Heaven Immortal Realm (4)

Indeed, without the background of the Sword Sect, how could he rise in just a few years?

There were countless cultivators in the Yunteng Wasteland. How many of them could rise as quickly as Invincible Han?

“A long dragon of sword light, a technique of the Sword Sect. So Yunlan Sword Immortal is an elite expert of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect!” Someone in Dongyuan City looked up at the long dragon and exclaimed softly.

“The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. From the looks of it, Yunlan City is going to prosper…” An old man in a green brocade robe’s eyes flickered.

Dongyuan City was not far from Yunlan City. Everyone knew that Yunlan City had unlimited potential.

However, without a powerful background, Yunlan City alone would still have a long way to go if it wanted to continue developing.

However, if Yunlan City had the Sword Clan behind it, its rise was right in front of them.

For a moment, countless cultivators looked at Han Muye in the sky with different gazes.

“I hope Yunlan Sword Immortal can last for three breaths…”

No matter how much potential Yunlan City had, it depended on whether this Yunlan Sword Immortal could travel smoothly.

If he couldn’t block Sword Immortal Three Stream’s sword today, then there was no need to talk about the development of Yunlan City.

“Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, good.” Huang Huan’s figure stepped out of the blood river. The blood light on his body condensed into armor, and the longsword in his hand was more like a short spear than a sword.

The hilt was two feet long, and the blade was two feet long.

Holding the sword with both hands, golden light and blood intertwined on the green and red sword edge.

“Among my three defeats, one of them was when I encountered the elites of the three halls of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. I fought bitterly for three days and finally lost.”

The battle intent in Huang Huan’s eyes materialized. The sword in his hand guided the three blood-colored rivers behind him, turning them into vortexes.

“Let’s see if my thousand years of cultivation can break your Sword Sect’s formation!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored vortex exploded and transformed into a thousand blood-colored swords. Each of them was 100 feet long, and they stabbed towards Han Muye’s head like blood-colored fish.

1,000 100-foot-long swords with agile sword light. Every sword contained an irresistible killing intent that made one’s heart palpitate.

Since the sword had attacked, it naturally had to kill with a single strike.

This killing intent was exactly what Han Muye did not have.

He did not expect to gain such a benefit from fighting Huang Huan!

Looking at the killing intent condensed on each sword, not only was Han Muye not afraid, but the suppressed battle intent on his body surged!

Killing intent, battle intent, and sword intent.

The three rivers of blood were known as the three streams. They were the combination of these three concepts.

Huang Huan’s Sword Dao was intermediate from the Blood Battle Sect’s cultivation principles.

Han Muye’s sword intent was monstrous and completely crushed the other party.

His fighting spirit could not be inferior.

However, his killing intent was completely incomparable.

Where did the killing intent come from?

Looking at the blood-colored sword light approaching, Han Muye held his sword and did not move.

He was wondering why he didn’t have any killing intent.

Because he was strong enough, no one could trigger his killing intent.

This was because he had cultivated carefully all the way and did not encounter true experts. He also did not encounter life-and-death danger and could not draw out killing intent.

Also, he did not have much karma on him.

Such a cultivation method would be fine if he was in Daoism, but being a sword cultivator was really not pure.

Without the courage to fight to the death, how could he be a sword cultivator?

He didn’t even have killing intent and didn’t even dare to kill. What was the use of the sword in his hand?

Kill who?

Killing intent condensed on Han Muye.

Everyone who went against him?

Everyone who was a threat to him?

Or was it all living beings?

Who in this world had not killed before?

Even ants would attack the weaker Floating Firefly Worms.

Not right!

As the sword light approached, Han Muye suddenly laughed.

In that instant, he almost fell into a trance!

What was killing intent?