Three swords combined into one, then one more gathered, forming the strongest sword formation in the world.
“Boom—”
Above Han Muye’s head, a sword light condensed.
Within this sword light, an extremely huge sword shadow that seemed to instantly shatter the galaxy slashed down.
This sword was unstoppable!
In Han Muye’s divine treasury and consciousness, three sword lights directly emerged, transforming into three soaring long swords continuously interweaving and rotating.
However, this sword formation could not stop the sword above his head.
The sword light left behind by Patriarch Lu Yue could actually cut through the void rules.
What kind of sword was this?
Throughout his life, Han Muye had encountered countless strong swordsmen and numerous cultivators, but none could unleash such a sword.
No matter if they were Primordial Chaos or Universe level, in the face of such a sword, they were all jokes.
Such sharpness in swordsmanship could be called invincible!
This was a true sword cultivator!
Han Muye’s eyes lit up as he raised the sword in his hand.
The sword in his hand was dark, mysterious and agile.
This was a sword formed by his True Spirit Bone. It was a Universe-level divine weapon forged from the convergence of countless divine patterns.
This sword could enter the sword formation.
The sword light moved and merged with the Immortal Slayer, Immortal Trap, and Immortal Extinction.
Four sword energies appeared and instantly spread out in all directions.
The surrounding void was frozen.
“Power of the Four Symbols…”
Han Muye murmured and raised his hand to point. His whole body radiated brilliant sword light.
“Not the power of the Four Symbols, but the Heaven-Destroying Formation!”
As his words fell, the four sword lights burst apart, turning into a giant sword brimming with killing intent.
This huge sword was greenish-gray in color, with countless divine patterns intertwining until the blade.
The huge sword hanging in the air collided with the descending long sword.
The resounding noise momentarily bewildered Han Muye.
At this moment, he felt as if he were in a forest of countless swords.
Every sword light around him could cut through the heavens and earth before him.
That sword carried a brilliant halo capable of collapsing the heavens and earth.
He reached out his hand, grasping a sword.
“I’ve been practicing the sword since I was three years old and killed people at the age of five. I’ve devoted my life to the sword, but unfortunately…”
The sword light flashed, and the long sword shattered.
“Although there are countless paths of cultivation in the world, I am only obsessed with the sword, but alas…”
His white hair was white and his voice lingered in the air.
“I have a sword that can fight a Heaven Immortal. Sword, come…”
The sword light collided with the immortal light, proving that ants were still ants.
“In this life, I’ll stop thinking about cultivating the sword…”
He threw away the sword, picked up the pen, and changed his clothes, leaving only a broken sword hidden at the bottom of the bookshelf.
A sword was a story.
A sword was a segment of life.
A sword was a sword cultivator.
Han Muye pressed his hand on a sword, which spoke of the endless regrets of the world.
Sword cultivators, seemingly free in the world, actually had conflicts within.
“Boom—”
The two swords above Han Muye’s head collided and kept merging, finally turning into a pair of black and white swords that intertwined and spun.
Nothing in the world was perfect.
“I have pursued countless Universes in search of the end of the Sword Dao.
“Perhaps one day, when I’m tired, I’ll return to the Primordial Chaos Universe.
“I wonder how many sword cultivators of the past will still be there…”
Lu Yue’s voice faded away.
Above Han Muye’s head, the two swords shattered.
The sword light scattered into his divine treasury.
The Immortal Slaying Sword.
Immortal Slaying Sword.
Immortal Trapping Sword.
There was also a green and white jade longsword.
This sword did not have the killing intent that other swords should have, nor did it have a grand sword light.
This sword carried endless vitality.
“There is life and death in the sword.”
Holding the black sword in his hand, Han Muye whispered.
He turned around and looked at the world behind him.
On the other side, a young man with a sword in his hand was still walking quickly.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance.
This world did not exist to begin with, so how could he step into it?
Not only this world, but even the entire city was actually empty.
In front of Han Muye, all the scenes began to wither.
A large city slowly collapsed, and there was dead silence.
The soldiers at the city gate were talking in low voices.
There were cultivators running on the streets.
In the Sword Pavilion, Zhu Yangsheng was sitting on the stone steps of the small courtyard.
There was also Zhang Yu, who was standing in the hall of the Sword Pavilion, looking up at him.
Everyone and everything turned into nothingness.
The only one who did not melt was Xu Cheng, who was standing on the stone steps with a regretful expression.
“Sigh, I wanted to see the world again.”
Xu Cheng muttered as his figure changed.
“Back then, Sword God Lu Yue shattered half of the Galaxy Divine Realm by himself.