Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A hundred steps, a hundred battle platforms.

The sword light in Han Muye's hands was extremely sharp.

All the puppets in front of him could not stop him in the slightest.

By the time of the hundred battle platforms, he was already one of the top ten experts who rushed to this place.

"Sure enough, Tianxuan Han Xiang is really the ninth master in the world."

Above the meteorite, a Taoist wearing a green robe with a green leather gourd hanging around his waist looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

"I'm afraid it's not just as simple as the ninth in the world, but Han Xiang has surpassed a hundred battle platforms within ten breaths." Someone's eyes were shining brightly, and he whispered softly.

Except for the Endless Heavenly Venerate, who is not getting more and more difficult on the battlefield?

The speed at which Han Muye stepped onto the 100th stage was too fast.

"The other powerhouses are all comprehending the means of puppets on the battlefield. Otherwise, they shouldn't be slow." On the other side, a Taoist powerhouse from the Heavenly Domain spoke up.

He looked at the Taoist who had passed through more than 130 battle platforms, with a hint of complexity on his face.

Several other Heavenly Venerate powerhouses have already reached the 150th battle stage.

I don't know how long it will take for Han Muye to catch up with this one.

"After a hundred battles, the puppet tactics are different, and they will learn from the passers-by—" The old man who spoke stopped.

How can Han Muye learn from the means of passing through a hundred battle platforms?

Everyone looked at Han Muye and watched him step out.

"boom--"

A long sword appeared directly above Han Muye's head.

The puppet on the 101st battle platform has not been completely transformed, and it has already been stabbed with a sword.

This sword is exactly the same as the sword light shot by Han Muye before!

This kind of swordsmanship can be called mysterious!

How does Han Muye deal with such a sword?

Whether it was a powerhouse from the upper realm or a master from other realms, they all stared at Han Muye.

"Thorn-"

When Han Muye landed on the battlefield, his sword had already been stabbed ahead of time.

This sword is faster and more dangerous than the puppet's sword.

The sword edge went straight through the puppet's armpit, piercing the puppet's body.

"Bam—"

The puppet's body exploded, turning into a cloud and dispersing.

As long as it is faster, it will be stronger.

It's that simple.

"I kept too much of Han Xiang's sword before." A Taoist man with a pale face and a long sword in his hand said in a low voice.

He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and there was a bright halo in his eyes.

"Thorn-"

He drew his sword and stabbed it out.

"No, this sword is too slow, Han Xiang just made the sword, not at this angle..."

He stared at Han Muye, who had already set foot on the 102nd battle platform.

Han Muye stepped on the battlefield, the sword in his hand was exactly the same as the previous sword, the sword light flashed, and he stabbed straight out.

"That's it, that's it, that's it..."

That Jianxiu held the middle sword tightly, the sword intent on his body was solid, his eyes were fixed, and a sword was stabbed out.

"boom--"

On the battle platform, the puppet in front of Han Muye shattered, and before the long sword in the puppet's hand stabbed Han Muye, Han Muye's sword pierced through his body.

"Thorn-"

Outside the battle platform, Jian Xiu stabbed out with a sword, and a sword light pierced through the vast void in front of him, bringing out bright and dark sword marks.

Everyone on the meteorite turned back and looked at Jianxiu who was holding a long sword and his face was full of smiles.

"So it is, so it is!"

Jian Xiu smiled and put away the sword, slowly closing his eyes, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger.

Does this make sense?

Many people had envious expressions on their faces.

Those who come here are all masters of failure, and they are the strongest people in this world.

Their cultivation and swordsmanship and Taoism have already reached the peak that they can pursue and their talents can reach. It will be difficult for them to go further, and what they need is chance.

Still a huge chance.

Today, this kendo master who is in the saint realm, was inspired by Han Muye's sword, and then had a feeling. Who wouldn't want such a chance?

Unconsciously, many people turned their attention to Han Muye, hoping that the next person who got the chance to realize it would be himself.

Don't say it, if you really go to see it again, many people have also noticed the difference between Han Muye and other passers-by.

Han Muye passed three levels in a row, and crossed three battle platforms, still with one sword.

On each stage, the speed of the sword is one point faster.

Every sword hits before the puppet's sword is about to stab him.

Although it is dangerous, this kind of control is really amazing.

The difference is tens of thousands of miles.

"boom--"

An old man wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe is intertwined with Taoism.

Above the meteorite, those who watched all turned their heads.

The halo that was somewhat cloudy in the old man's eyes was now bright.

"This old man has been in the realm of saints for 3,800 years since he stepped into cultivation, and now it has been more than 139,000 years."

An almighty who has set foot in the realm of saints for more than 100,000 years.

Such a strong man has many trump cards in his hand.

"Since becoming a saint and taking charge of the sect, the cultivation base has been slow to enter the realm, and it will be difficult to show it in ten thousand years." The Taoist looked at Han Muye in front of him and stepped on another battle stage, and stabbed his sword again, his eyes bursting with radiance.

"I thought that all saints were like this, but I was wrong."

Watching Han Muye's sword pierce the puppet, and watching the puppet's sword stop half an inch in front of Han Muye, the Taoist smiled lightly, and the Taoism on his body turned into a turbulent battle.

"Tianxuan Han Xiang, who is the ninth in the world, actually killed himself."

"To live towards death, this is the practice!"

Live to the death!

On the battlefield, Han Muye didn't have a single sword to leave him a way out.

Hearing Daoist's words, everyone stared at Han Muye, recalling the beginning when he stepped on the battlefield, and until this point, every sword was fast and accurate, not giving himself or the puppet any retreat.

This sword puppet is not broken, and he will inevitably be injured by the opponent's sword.

If he really had a long sword, his life would be safe, and Han Muye would also be kicked out of the battle.

In his capacity, if he was knocked off the stage so easily, it would be a disaster for his reputation.

The safest method should be to traverse the battlefield with completely crushed combat power.

But Han Muye clearly chose the most risky and unsolved path.

This is putting yourself to death.

To die and then to live.

Therefore, when everyone looked at Han Muye at this time, it was different.

It is still a sword, but there is a vigorous energy on this sword.

This sword has an edge and sharpness that makes people unable to look directly at it!

This sword can never be reversed, it is the perseverance of kendo!

"It would be terrifying to be an enemy of such a sword cultivator..."

Someone whispered.

This made everyone around him nodded slightly.

This kind of enemy who does not give himself a way to retreat, once they are in bad relationship, it is life and death.

For the powerful and powerful people who came here, they have long been used to being aloof and controlling the life and death of others.

It's really hard to adapt to let them fight for life and death with others now.

Han Muye is already at the top of the world, the Prime Minister of Tianxuan, why is he still so cruel to himself?

"The Prime Minister of Tianxuan, he has more everything on his shoulders than I imagined." Someone's eyes flashed.

Who would be willing to fight so hard if they were not cornered?

"boom--"

Ahead, Han Muye stabbed with a sword and shattered another puppet.

His figure is flashing, and he has surpassed the one hundred and forty battle platforms, surpassing the one in front.

From stepping onto the stage to the moment when there were only six powerful men left in front of him, Han Muye couldn't spend more than a cup of tea.

If you don't fight, you will stop. Since you are on the battlefield, you will go all out.

Half an hour later, Han Muye surpassed Yuzhen Tianzun.

Become the fourth existence.

An hour later, Han Muye overtook Yuzhi Tianzun in front of him. Only Jia Wu, who had reached the 500th stage, and Qi Yu Daozu, who had reached the 321st stage, were left in front.

Han Muye's position was on the 293rd battle platform.

At this time, Qi Yu Daozu held a long sword with a flashing blue light, and every time the sword light flashed, it brought out a gray-black space crack.

The sword in the hand of the puppet in front of him also has the power to shatter the void, and every time it hits him, it shakes slightly.

After ten swords, the puppet's body froze and collapsed.

Standing on the sword, Qi Yu looked behind him.

The light in his eyes flashed.

Just after dozens of battle stages, Han Muye's sword in his hand reached the limit, and he stabbed out, piercing the puppet's body before the puppet also handed out the sword.

Same as before.

Half an hour ago, Qi Yu had turned around to see Han Muye's sword.

Quick, hard.

This sword still brings out the ruthlessness of this sword cultivator to the extreme.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yu stepped out and appeared on the next stage.

"Om-"

Behind him, a sword in the hands of a puppet suddenly appeared with the power of shock.

Qi Yu turned around and picked up his long sword lightly.

"when--"

The two swords collided, and he took a slight step back, the puppet flew five feet away, then tapped his toes, and shot out the sword again.

The light of the sword shone, quickly, and Qi Yu flew again with a sword.

With three swords in a row, Qi Yu was suppressed and could only defend.

"Humph."

With a cold snort, behind him, the eight-story sword tower appeared.

"Qi Yu Daozu has summoned the sword tower!"

"It's really moving!"

"The first person in kendo, he is also in a hurry."

Those cultivators who had already retreated stood on the meteorite and looked up at Qi Yu, who was shining in the sword pavilion behind him.

Han Muye's speed is too fast and his swordsmanship is too extreme, which has threatened Qi Yu's position.

How long can Qi Yu keep the first swordsmanship in the cultivation world?

"boom--"

The long sword in the sword pavilion came out like a torrent, smashing the puppet.

Qi Yu stepped out of the battle stage without hesitation, and appeared in the next one. The sword pavilion floated behind him, and the sword light did not converge, directly smashing the puppet that appeared.

Twelve battle platforms passed by, and when Qi Yu stepped on the 335th battle platform, there was no puppet figure.

"Thorn-"

A sword appeared in front of Qi Yu.

The power of space!

This puppet actually controls the power of space that only Heavenly Venerate powerhouses have the opportunity to master.

Obviously, the performance platform has judged Qi Yu Daozu as Heavenly Venerable.

"when--"

Qi Yu blocked the sword light with the sword in his hand, and then the sword tower behind the sword light turned into a dragon.

The sword pavilion appeared, and Qi Yu was invincible. When he reached the three hundred and sixty battle platforms, he was blocked by the puppet that was so fast that it moved the sword light and the long dragon around.

This battle took nearly half an hour before the puppet was smashed by a sword.

When Qi Yu, who was slightly panting, raised his head, he was shocked.

At some point, Han Muye was only separated from him by the number of three battle platforms.

Han Muye has also reached 356 battle platforms.

Although the direction of travel was different, separated by a long distance, and separated by the formation, Han Muye, who stabbed with a sword in his hand, seemed to sense Daozu Qi Yu's gaze.

Jianguang paused for a moment, then slowly pulled back, Han Muye nodded towards Qi Yu, and disappeared.

The next stage.

"Thorn-"

Han Muye drew his sword and swept across, and the puppet that had just appeared was cut into two pieces with one sword!

He stepped out one step and had already reached the next battle stage, with the sword in his hand swept from the left.

"boom!"

Puppet smashes.

Taking another step, the sword swept across from the right, severing the sword in the hand of the puppet who was blocking the sword, and then smashing its body.

Three hundred and sixty battles!

Han Muye set foot on the 360th battle platform, and was on the 360th battle platform with Qi Yu!

The two looking at each other, separated by countless spaces, have extraordinary significance.

This is the confrontation between the two world's top kendo masters.

This means that both kendo experts have the opportunity to compete for the first place in kendo, and both have the strength to sweep the world.

For Han Muye, surpassing Qi Yu, his ranking will be considered the second in the world, second only to the Endless Heavenly Venerate, and his swordsmanship is directly recognized as the number one in the world.

"when--"

Han Muye didn't use his sword, he just raised his hand to block the sword slashing from the puppet in front of him.

This was the first time he didn't take the initiative to use his sword since he was on the battlefield.

"when--"

The sword that the puppet stabbed was also blocked.

"when--"

Cut again, still blocked.

Han Muye stood where he was, with the sword in his hand protecting his body for three feet, standing still.

"when--"

"when--"

...

Endless sword chants rang out.

In everyone's eyes, Han Muye swayed the sword at will, and the three feet in front of him became a restricted area.

"It is rumored that the Great Sword Cultivator in the ancient times is said to be invincible within three feet." A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe stared at the three-foot blue light in front of Han Muye and murmured.

"This is within three feet, I am invincible." A young man with sword lights intertwined behind his back revealed the sword intent and exclaimed in a low voice.

Daozu Qi Yu stared at the sword light in front of Han Muye, and the sword pavilion behind him shook.

He turned around, stepped out, and then entered the next stage.

"Thorn-"

The moment he turned around, Han Muye stabbed with a sword, smashing the puppet that had cut off the sword light.

When his figure disappeared on the battlefield, the sword light that the puppet chopped down had not yet dissipated, bringing out a bright light on the battlefield.

"boom--"

Daozu Qi Yu smashed another puppet, turned his head and saw that Han Muye was still shining with sword light in front of him, blocking the three-foot space.

When he turned around, the puppet in front of Han Muye shattered.

After ten battle platforms, Qi Yu Daozu sighed softly, and after smashing the puppet in front of him with a sword, he did not move forward, but sat cross-legged like many practitioners.

At this moment, the cultivators who were watching outside Shen Muyuan had complex expressions on their faces.

The Supreme Elder of the sword pavilion, Qi Yu Daozu, the first person in the swordsmanship, gave up the confrontation with Han Muye and gave up the position of the first swordsman.

This is the final choice of the veteran powerhouse, and it also represents the enterprising latecomer, Tianxuan Han Xiang, who has become the number one swordsman in this world!

"Thorn-"

The long sword smashed the puppet, and Han Muye slowly turned around and bowed to Daozu Qi Yu.

Then, he stepped out step by step, the sword intent on his body was intertwined with the fighting intent, the sword of the primordial spirit rushing into the sky caused the void to vibrate, stepped on the battle platform, and smashed the protective formation connected to the battle platform with one sword.

Han Muye raised his head to the sky and howled, the sword in his hand burst into an extremely bright streamer, leading his body across the battle platforms.

Fight!

At this time, there was only one person in front of Han Muye.

Endless God.

After winning the first place in swordsmanship, Han Muye chose to compete head-to-head with the world's number one Infinite Heavenly Venerate!

At this moment, whether it was the cultivators on the meteorite outside Shen Muyuan or the powerhouses who were still on the battlefield, they all raised their heads and looked at Han Muye who was ramming forward with a sword.

Today, perhaps we will witness a battle of the strongest in the cultivation world!