Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In the eyes of everyone, the power of this sword would definitely be enough to kill Han Muye, who had blocked the fist shadows.

In the end, was it still not possible?

Shang Zhenyu attacked with all his might, a look of regret on his face.

This Han Muye patriarch was already extremely powerful, the strongest Half-Step True Spirit he had ever seen.

However, he was only a Half-Step True Spirit after all.

A half-step True Spirit challenging two True Spirit Realm cultivators was truly an extravagant hope…

Where in the world could there be such a Half-Step True Spirit?

The four True Spirit cultivators resisting Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu exchanged glances, a hint of killing intent flashing in their eyes.

As long as Han Muye was killed with one sword, their next step would be to besiege the remaining two True Spirit members of the Golden Crow Tribe.

If these two True Spirits fell, the strength of the Golden Crow Tribe in the secret realm would no longer be a concern.

If it werenʼt for the fact that the two True Spirits had led a part of the army to the next level to hunt down the escaped True Spirits of the Golden Crow Tribe after the last battle, they would have already been in complete control.

Now it was good too. Although there were some twists and turns, the final result was still—

”Boom—”

The long saber struck, shattering the black fist shadows forcefully.

However, the black-armored manʼs expression changed.

”Chu Yu, get out of the way!” he roared.

Chu Yu was the human female cultivator standing behind him, a powerhouse in the True Spirit Realm.

Chu Yu was stunned.

Then she saw the fist shadows that had been cut open by the man in front gathering again.

That move was fake!

This punch was clearly aimed at her!

She gathered her strength and was ready to attack. It was too late to defend now.

”Buzz!”

The long sword in her hand stabbed forward, colliding with the fist shadows.

The sword light dragged a green tail shadow, and divine patterns flickered.

This strike was already the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the Ten Thousand Magnificent Immortal Dynasty.

There were not many who could cultivate sword techniques to such a level.

Unfortunately, the person who had just thrown the punch was someone who had climbed to the peak of swordsmanship, far surpassing her.

Han Muyeʼs fist shadows moved slightly, evading her sword under Chu Yuʼs astonished gaze. Then it smashed down on the Gray Sparrow True Spirit above her head.