Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“It’s the demonic path.”

Someone exclaimed softly.

On the flying ship, several disciples of the Sword Pavilion rushed out to resist these fiendish cultivators.

Although the Heaven Trampling Demon King was already in charge of 90% of the fiendish cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic, it did not mean that he could suppress all the demonic cultivators.

Back then, there were many powerhouses hiding in and outside the dam and did not interact much with the Upper Three Heavens.

Now that the world had changed, many experts had appeared.

The Sword Pavilion recruited disciples to deal with these people.

“The Sword Pavilion has chosen many good seedlings. I also cultivate the sword. Come with me.” At this moment, a voice sounded. At some point, an old man in a green robe and a bronze mask was already outside the deck.

He raised his hand and pressed it down on Zeng Tenghu and the others standing on the deck.

Rays of light green immortal light turned into ropes that wrapped around the children watching the battle and pulled them out of the flying ship.

“Stop!” The Sword Pavilion disciple wanted to attack, but he could not do so at this moment.

On the top of the flying ship, a sword light flashed, as if it was about to slash down.

That was the Sword Pavilion expert presiding over the ship.

“There’s no need for Deacon Lu to do anything.

“Hmph, they really dare to come here.” Du Chen, who was beside Zeng Daniu, shouted in a low voice. The immortal light on his body turned into a phantom and he took a step forward.

Heaven Realm.

His cultivation level at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul realm was much stronger than the surrounding disciples of the Sword Pavilion. Even Deacon Lu, who was presiding over the flying ship, was only at the eighth level of the Nascent Soul realm.

Du Chen punched out and shattered the green ropes of the bronze-masked old man.

He flew out of the flying ship and collided with the masked old man with immortal light.

“This is my great-grandfather,” the muscular Du Changhai on the flying ship said excitedly.

The others all looked envious.

Even if a grand cultivator junior went to the Sword Pavilion, he would probably be taken care of, right?

Zeng Tenghu quietly turned to look at his Patriarch.

The Patriarch said that he had once followed Sword Ancestor Muye. He wondered if his Patriarch’s strength could compare to Du Changhai’s great-grandfather.