Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"escape--"

With a loud shout, someone turned and left.

It’s just ten breaths, you can’t escape if you don’t believe it.

Who is willing to surrender and surrender his wealth and life to others?

Thousands of practitioners from various sects fled in all directions, and streams of light shot out.

"Han Zhangfeng said that if one person escapes, I, Su Jue, will not be able to enter Miyue Peak."

"You are not giving me, Su Jue, any face."

In mid-air, a faint voice sounded.

The original magnificent sword light suddenly exploded and turned into dozens of clear streams of light.

The stream of light shone and split into thousands of flashing swords.

"Buzz——"

The long sword slashed in all directions.

Those running figures were overtaken by the sword light. As long as they did not reach the Dao-breaking realm, they could not block the sword light and were pierced through their bodies.

Under this sword, at least three hundred cultivators were killed, and the scattered power of Qi, blood and original smoke pillars shot directly into the sky, dyeing the world in a radius of a hundred miles red.

Below, the strong men from various sects all looked solemn, and the practitioners who had not reached the Tao-breaking realm were all trembling.

At this time, whoever moves will die!

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

There was a faint voice in the sky.

Su Juesheng moved one person and one sword, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Xu Tang, who was holding a long knife in his hand below, gritted his teeth and stared.

"Master, we'll fight them!"

"Clan Master Xu, take us out!"

"Brother Xu, take action!"

Loud shouts came one after another.

Xu Tangke is one of the three hosts of the alliance.

Xu Tang is the leader of a sect.

Xu Tang is a person who has lost his way in half a step.

But Xu Tang——

"The time for ten breaths is up, you—" The sword light in the mid-air began to shine with a green light as the voice sounded.

Among the flying figures on Tianfeng Ridge, one moved and ran towards Su Juesheng.

Su Juesheng's figure disappeared, and a ten-mile radius was covered with ice.

"I surrender!"

Xu Tang shouted loudly.

Su Juesheng's figure appeared behind him, and the sword in his hand was only three feet away from his back.

Down.

Xu Tang's voice made the practitioners around him a little stunned.

Why did it drop?

Xu Tang, the master of Blood Battle Ling Sect, was the leader of a sect.

This is still a half-step master.

How can it be lowered?

"Clan Master Xu is quite aware of current affairs."

Su Juesheng's voice was filled with regret, and his figure disappeared from where it was.

The sword light gathered in mid-air again, turning into cold and sharp swords circling there.

When the sword light strikes again, those who do not surrender will be cut into pieces by this sword.

"I surrender."

"I surrender..."

Voices sounded, and figures bowed.

The flying figure stopped in front of Su Juesheng and punched out.

Su Jue smiled long and stabbed out the sword in his hand.

The sword light turned into thousands of rays and blocked the punch.

Within a thousand feet radius, ice and heat are intertwined.

A series of blinding lights exploded.

Su Juesheng's body shook slightly, and the sword light froze.

The figure who had punched him also paused, showing a somewhat surprised face.

He has a white beard and long eyebrows, wears a black robe, has thick palms, and his blood and energy condense into a faint Gang Qi.

"You are one of the few masters of swordsmanship I have seen who can destroy the way by breaking it."

"I hope you won't die in the battle to conquer the sky."

The old man with long eyebrows shouted, turned around and left.

"Han Muye, Mi Tian Sword Sect has received the recruitment order, Mi Yue Peak is not allowed to fight anymore."

"Three years later, three thousand disciples of Mitian Sword Sect went to Yuntian Dao Sect to participate in the battle to conquer the sky."

The shouts resounded, and there seemed to be original power stirring in the surrounding heaven and earth.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the black token flying towards him.

There are mysterious runes on the token.

This is the divine pattern of heaven and earth in the Pantian plane, and it is a symbol that condenses the original power of heaven and earth.

Only by controlling this object can one step out of the Pantian plane.

However, the power gathered in this token is not enough, and it can only slightly control the origin, and cannot leave the Pantian plane too far.

After taking the token, Han Muye turned his eyes in front of him.

Yu Cangshan, the leader of the Tianming Sect, died in battle, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground.

He stretched out his hand to hold the long knife, and a thin stream of Qi and blood was poured into it.

A picture emerged in his mind.

"Buzz——"

Around him, faint golden shackles shook.

The battle to conquer the sky, the Thirty-six Sword Sect, Yuntian Dao Sect.

The Wind Spirit Sword has been delivered to the people of the Yuntian Dao Sect in exchange for the qualification to survive the battle to conquer the sky safely this time.

The Mitian Sword Sect was targeted because it did not belong to the Yuntian Dao Sect, but was one of the thirty-six Sword Sect inheritances.

Yu Cangshan is a master of the Dao Destruction Realm and is in charge of a sect. The messages in the long sword are complex and long-lasting.

With all the information in hand, Han Muye also had a true understanding of the general trend around him.

Regardless of the Tianming Sect or the Mitian Sword Sect, they are all under the command of the Yuntian Dao Sect, the overlord sect within a hundred thousand miles.

The battle to conquer the sky that occurs every three hundred years is an opportunity for Yuntian Daomen to reduce the forces of all parties.

No sect can retain its strength in the ten-year battle to conquer the sky.

This time Tianming Sect snatched the Wind Spirit Sword and looked for the inheritance of Miyue Peak in exchange for the protection of an elite and strong man from Yuntian Dao Sect.

"Master Yang, He Chengyang."

Han Muye whispered softly and looked into the distance.

One after another figures came quickly from under the mountains.

"Meet Han Zhangfeng."

"Xu Tang pays homage to Han Zhangfeng."

"Hanzhang Peak is at the top, and Miyue Peak is the only one looking down."

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Mitian Peak.

The sect leader Xia Mingtang looked solemn and sat on it.

The other peak masters and elders all looked ugly.

Who would have thought that Han Muye, the master of Miyue Peak, could use the strength of Miyue Peak to suppress all parties and wipe out the coalition forces in one fell swoop.

Yu Cangshan, the leader of Tianmingmen, also died in Tianfeng Ridge.

Now, Mitian Peak has gathered the coalition forces from all parties, a total of more than 5,000 people, and is heading towards Mitian Sword Sect.

How can the Mitian Sword Sect resist such a trend?

Who can stop someone who can kill Yu Cangshan?

"Sect Master, how about we, we--" The person below who wanted to speak didn't finish his sentence and no longer dared to say anything more.

Because of the coldness in Xia Mingtang's eyes, his words were paused.

"The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. He, Han Muye, is not invincible. Can he directly attack Mitian Peak?"

Below, an old man in black robe stood up and spoke loudly.

"That's right, we'll set up the formation and see if he can rush into Mitian Peak." Someone shouted, with a hint of fieryness in his voice.

Xia Mingtang hummed, and just as he opened his mouth, his whole body was suddenly shaken.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

Continuous bells rang.

Strong enemy?

An army?

The Miyuefeng army has returned?

Everyone in the hall looked at each other and quickly stood up.

"Sect Master, I will go to Skylark Peak to guard."

"Sect Master, I have the responsibility to station at Tianyun Peak, so I will not stay at Mitian Peak."

"Don't worry, Sect Master, I will do my best to guard Sanyang Peak."

…

But in an instant, the hall was mostly empty.

Xia Mingtang and the others in front of him had a look of astonishment on their faces.

This withdrawal was too fast.

"The disciples of Miyue Peak sent the sword bones of Peak Master Guo Hua to the Sword Raising House, and asked the sect master to welcome them——"

In the distance, a loud shout spread in all directions.