Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Send Guo Hua's sword bones to the sword-raising house.

This is what Xia Mingtang, the leader of the Mitian Sword Sect, promised.

But agreeing to this matter does not mean that Xia Mingtang will really welcome Guo Hua Jian Gu into the sword raising house.

Guo Hua was originally convicted of treason, how could he really let his sword bones enter the Sword Raising House?

Around Mitian Peak, figures stood in the darkness.

The dispersed peak masters and elders did not move away. They stood around, waiting to see the battle between Miyue Peak and Mitian Peak.

"If Guo Hua can enter the Sword Raising Cottage with his sword bones, it will show that the momentum of Mitian Peak has declined, and Miyue Peak will be the real master of Mitian Sword Sect in the future." Yao Hecheng, the elder of Mixing Peak, looked at the old man beside him and whispered. Open your mouth.

The person next to him is Yang Yuantian, the master of Mi Xing Peak and the half-step annihilator.

Hearing Yao Hecheng's words, Yang Yuantian nodded, with stars flashing in his eyes: "No matter who takes charge of the Mitian Sword Sect, as long as the sect can be immortalized."

This may be the thinking of other parties in the Mitian Sword Sect.

Many people cast their gazes into the distance, watching the plumes of smoke rushing towards them.

"Woo——"

A long horn sounded.

Zhang Mingyuan walked forward holding the wooden box containing Guo Hua's sword bones, and beside him were the others from Miyue Peak.

Behind everyone, the conquered practitioners from all walks of life came in formation.

They were also wearing Mi Yue Peak's disciple robes and followed Su Juesheng.

Five thousand practitioners stopped outside the gate of Mitian Peak.

The mountain-protecting formation of the Mitian Sword Sect has not been activated.

One by one, Mitian Peak disciples stood outside the mountain gate, nervously watching the arrival of the powerful group.

"The sect master has arrived——"

There was a sound coming from the mountain road.

Xia Mingtang, wearing a light blue uniform, walked over quickly.

Xia Mingtang hung the sword on his waist, and the aura on his body was condensed. With one step and one step, the original power of the entire Mitian Peak surged.

"Han Muye, come."

Xia Mingtang gave a long drink.

Han Muye, who was standing beside Zhang Mingyuan, moved and took a step forward.

Xia Mingtang raised the sword in his hand and the sword vibrated.

"Take my sword and let me see if you are qualified to take charge of the Mitian Sword Sect."

Xia Mingtang's voice shook the mountains and fields, causing the heaven and earth within a hundred miles to tremble, and the clouds and waves surged like tidal waves.

Take a sword.

Do you have the qualifications to take charge of the Mitian Sword Sect?

This sentence made countless people stare.

Is it possible that the Sect Master Xia Mingtang, who has been in charge of the Mitian Sword Sect for hundreds of years, wants to give up his position as the Sect Master of the Mitian Sword Sect?

"Perhaps, this is the most difficult and wisest choice..."

In the distant mountains, someone whispered softly.

The strength of Han Muye, the Palm Peak of Miyue Peak, is beyond imagination. Miyue Peak is coming with great momentum and it is difficult to resist.

If you want to preserve the inheritance of Mitian Sword Sect, you can only give up the position of head of Mitian Sword Sect.

But Xia Mingtang still has one last chance, which is to defeat Han Muye with one sword.

If Han Muye couldn't catch Xia Mingtang's sword, all the strong men from various peaks scattered around would gather and drive Han Muye and Mi Yue Peak away.

It is not a lie to say that Xia Mingtang is the last resort.

"Buzz——"

The long sword in Xia Mingtang's hand was vibrating, and the endless sword light turned into a bright ray of sunlight.

The inheritance of the Mitian Sword Sect emphasizes the evolution of the way of heaven and earth. At this time, Xia Mingtang's sword showed the demeanor of a strong swordsman.

Only Xia Mingtang in the entire Mitian Sword Sect could execute such a sword.

In the distance, Su Juesheng narrowed his eyes and tightened his hands.

Xia Mingtang's current sword is much stronger than when he fought with him before.

If Xia Mingtang had slashed with this sword back then, he would have been unable to stop it.

But now, it's hard to say.

What does such a sword mean in front of Han Zhangfeng?

"Thank you for your help, Sect Leader Xia Mingtang is so good at it." Han Muye's voice was calm.

Han Muye's voice fell, and the light of the sword in his hand rose.

The sword light turned into a mysterious moon.

The moonlight was falling, and everything around was cold.

The sword light in Xia Mingtang's hand was penetrated by the moonlight and disintegrated.

Xia Mingtang trembled all over, stepped back, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, okay. Convert reality from reality to reality. Turn the moon into the moon. Han Muye, you have surpassed me in the way of swordsmanship."

Xia Mingtang's voice was filled with unwillingness and a bit of relief.

He sheathed the long sword, a golden seal and a black token appeared in his hand.

"I, Xia Mingtang, have lost the Wind Spirit Sword, and I am no longer qualified to be the leader of the Mitian Sword Sect."

"The sect master's order is given to you, and the recruitment order of Yuntian Dao Sect is also given to you."

"I hope you can make my Heavenly Sword Sect flourish."

After Xia Mingtang finished speaking, he threw the gold seal and token to Han Muye, then turned and left.

"I went into seclusion in the Sword Prison to guard the sect. I will not escape unless the sect is in great danger in this life."

Unless the sect is in trouble, it will not escape.

These words moved many people.

"What a plan." Yao Hecheng stared at Xia Mingtang and spoke in a low voice.

"This battle to conquer the sky is already difficult for the Mitian Sword Sect to support. If the Mitian Sword Sect loses too much after the war, wouldn't it be a time of great disaster?"

"At that time, shouldn't we ask him to come out of the Sword Prison to take charge of the overall situation?"

This was clearly an attempt to retreat and throw all the burdens to Han Muye.

If Han Muye doesn't take over, he won't be qualified to take charge of the sect.

If he accepted it, Han Muye would cause the current mess in the Sword Sect.

Everyone looked at Han Muye with a somewhat complicated look.

Han Muye held the gold seal and token in his hand and said calmly: "As the acting sect leader, I will send Master Guo Huafeng's sword bones to the Sword Raising House."

"All the peak masters and elders are here to see him off."

On behalf of the peak master.

This was Han Muye's first order after receiving the sect master's golden seal.

The strong men from various peaks scattered around looked at each other. They were all running over and standing at the entrance of the mountain.

No one dares to disobey orders at this time.

The team delivering the sword bones was huge, heading towards the sword-raising hut on the mountain peak.

Zhang Mingyuan hugged the wooden box tightly with both hands, with an excited expression on his face.

The other Miyue Peak disciples all had excitement in their eyes.

Today is the most glorious moment in everyone's life at Miyue Peak.

"Send the sword bones to the sword house——"

A voice sounded outside a green thatched cottage.

Zhang Mingyuan walked in holding the wooden box of sword bones, and Han Muye also walked into the Sword Raising House.

Here, he transformed into a sword and stayed there for many years.

The sword bones entered the Sword Raising House, and Han Muye stood in front of the enshrined swords.

"Zhangfeng, no, Sect Master," Du Chen, the elder of Miyue Peak, said in a low voice with a hint of melancholy on his face: "Today's Mitian Sword Sect does not have enough strength at all. If we participate in the battle to conquer the sky, I don't know how many more we have left. People can come back alive.”

Having said this, he paused and whispered: "Also, in addition to the three thousand disciples recruited by Yuntian Dao Sect, there are also fifty thousand Pantian Stones. How can we get these?"

Not to mention the 50,000 Pantian Stones, there are not even the 3,000 Pantian Stones on Miyue Peak.

At this time, Han Muye is in charge of the entire Mitian Sword Sect. Where can he find the 50,000 Pantian Stones?

You know, now that all parties are not allowed to fight, even if they grab it, they can't grab the Pantian Stone.

"Fifty thousand Pantian stones?" Han Muye shook his head and pointed to the sword hut in front of him where the long sword was enshrined.

"Aren't the swords here all Pantian Stone?"

"Just sell it."