Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
439 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword (3)
The wind and waves were endless, and the mountain peak remained unmoved.
Raging waves hit the shore, the waves shattered, and the rocks did not turn.
Before the Sword Pavilion, the wind was calm and the clouds were light.
In the sky above the Sword Pavilion, spiritual light exploded, as if the world was about to collapse, mountains, rivers, and stars.
The Eastern Sea’s Heavenly Dao and sword cultivators had already fused their concepts for countless years.
The Heavenly Dao of the Eastern Sea was tainted with the sharpness of the Sword Dao.
At this moment, the wind and thunder in Qing Ao’s sword was not only his own comprehension, but also the perception of the Eastern Sea Heavenly Dao.
This was the release of the Heavenly Dao.
If the Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier wanted to become a holy land of the Sword Dao, it had to suppress the Eastern Sea and the Heavenly Dao of the Eastern Sea!
Facing Qing Ao’s sword, Han Muye chose to thrust his sword forward.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, phantoms appeared.
Among the phantoms, Qing Ao held his sword and attacked with endless waves. Han Muye did not move at all. The sword was like a reef as it broke through the waves.
Among the phantoms, Qing Ao’s sword edge overlapped and rolled down. Han Muye did not move at all. The sword edge was like a reef as it broke through the waves.
Among the phantoms, Qing Ao’s sword drew the power of a million miles of mountains and rivers. Han Muye did not move at all. The sword was like a reef as it broke through the waves.
…
Every phantom was broken by the sword.
Han Muye did not draw the power of heaven and earth, fight with sword moves, or use his soul sword Qi.
The sharpness of the world depended on this stab!
With the sword in his hand, he drew it and stabbed forward.
“Clang—”
The long sword vibrated, and the two-foot-long blade fell to the bluestone square.
Holding the broken sword in his hand, Qing Ao’s expression changed from stunned to dazed to uncontrollable excitement.
“Haha, I see, I see!”
He looked at Han Muye, his eyes shining.
Pointing his broken sword at Han Muye, Qing Ao’s fighting spirit surged. “The momentum can’t last long. What I borrowed is ultimately borrowed.
“The accumulation of a million miles is all fake.
“Everything in the world in front of me is fake, except for the sword in my hand.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Ao’s figure transformed into a thousand streaks of light that collided with Han Muye.
After mastering the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it was time for the sword to transform into 10,000 swords!
The Million Mile Accumulation Sword seemed to be extremely powerful, but it could not withstand Han Muye’s stab.
That was because there was an indomitable will and boundless sharpness in that stab.
This thrust contained the pride of a swordsman, the bravery of a swordsman, and the invincibility of a swordsman.
Qing Ao’s sword was broken by Han Muye’s will.
What was broken was the confusion in his heart.
Seeing the 10,000 phantoms coming with their swords, Han Muye smiled.
He was truly a person with peerless talent in the Sword Dao. The sword that had accumulated power for a million miles was broken, and he could still use another sword.
In other words, Qing Ao had drawn the momentum of the world to the first sword, and the second sword was his true comprehension.
The first sword was Force, and the second was Sword!
At the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists.
“Is the younger generation this terrifying?” He muttered, his eyes revealing battle intent.
Outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, figures stood in the air.
These were the cultivators from the Western Frontier who had heard the news.
“The Eastern Sea prodigies can actually comprehend the Sword Dao to such an extent.” A white-haired old man revealed a dejected expression.
“Eastern Sea, the holy land of swordsmanship. How can our Western Frontier compare…” A middle-aged Daoist turned to look into the distance, his face filled with confusion.
“Immortal Han should be able to withstand it, right?” someone whispered, his face full of anticipation.
Could the Xijiang Sword Principle block the invasion of the Eastern Sea Sword Principle?
They didn’t know.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, the low-level disciples were already in chaos.
Luo Teng and the Central Continent sword cultivators behind him were not much better.
The previous sword strike with the power to overturn the sky had sealed their bodies and they did not even have the ability to sense it.
The pressure of the sword light almost broke their heart meridians.
It was not until Qing Ao’s long sword broke and the power of heaven and earth dissipated that everyone gasped heavily with fear on their faces.
At this moment, Qing Ao drew his sword and his body turned into thousands of phantoms.
They couldn’t see through or understand each phantom or sword.
Luo Teng knew that he could not withstand even one of these 10 million sword lights.
He finally understood why Han Muye had personally come to receive the sword.
Only the Sword Pavilion’s Immortal Han could receive Qing Ao’s sword!
Everyone stared at Han Muye.
How was he supposed to receive this attack?
Seeing the 10,000 phantoms pounce over, Han Muye laughed and took a step forward.
The sword in his hand stabbed out.
With a stab, he broke through a phantom.
“The Eastern Sea Cangshan Mountain Sword Sect’s Rainforest Sword Technique. It’s a pity that it’s less rounded when it transforms into a rainstorm.”
With another slash, a shadow was pierced through by the sword.
“The sword technique of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan? It’s too lousy. There’s no room for negotiation.”
Another strike.
“The Flowing Wind Sword? Not bad. If you can transform into the Flowing Wind and fuse with the sword, it will be interesting.”
Another strike.
…
He stabbed out with his sword, and each strike was evaluated.
Han Muye’s voice was not loud and he did not speak quickly.
But in an instant, he evaluated all the swords.
It was clearly an instant, but everyone could hear his stabs and comments.
“Boom!”
The 10,000 phantoms were broken, and Han Muye returned his sword to its sheath.
Qing Ao knelt on one knee and held the broken sword with his hand. He lowered his head in front of the nine stone steps of the Sword Pavilion.
“It’s a pity that I’m not profound at it.”
Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the sword.
“I’ll make a trip to the Eastern Sea in the future. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
Han Muye would go to the Eastern Sea!
Qing Ao looked up and nodded.
“Senior Brother Han, I’ll wait for you in the Eastern Sea.”
With that, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, and turned to leave.
Everyone made way for Qing Ao as he dragged his sword along. He looked a little lonely and relaxed.
“This sword didn’t disappoint me after traveling a million miles.”
When he reached the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Qing Ao turned around and chuckled.
Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion and turned to look at Luo Teng and the others.
“Do you all want to challenge me?”
Challenge?
Luo Teng and the people behind him shook their heads subconsciously.
What could they use to challenge him?
They weren’t even qualified to draw their swords. What was there to challenge?
“Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to sharpen my skills,” Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and said in a low voice.
Yang Mingxuan nodded.
Han Muye looked around, glanced at the sky, then turned around and walked back to the Sword Pavilion.
In the cultivation of the Sword Dao, after cultivating the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it was the realm of turning one sword into 10,000 swords.
At this point, Han Muye had already comprehended it.
With this sword technique, he could go anywhere in the world.
“Dong—”
On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the bell tolled.
Streaks of light scattered towards the various sects in the Western Frontier.
The appointment for the opening of the Southern Wasteland’s Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm was almost here.
Han Muye turned to look at the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng, said that there was a bull horn in the Mystic Demon Realm that could withstand the lightning tribulation.
Han Muye prepared to take a look.
At the same time, he brought Huang Zhihu down the mountain to take a look.
This little girl was probably going to suffocate from boredom on the mountain.
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Chapter 440: 439 Qing Ao of the Eastern Sea, Returning With A Broken Sword (3)
The wind and waves were endless, and the mountain peak remained unmoved.
Raging waves hit the shore, the waves shattered, and the rocks did not turn.
Before the Sword Pavilion, the wind was calm and the clouds were light.
In the sky above the Sword Pavilion, spiritual light exploded, as if the world was about to collapse, mountains, rivers, and stars.
The Eastern Sea’s Heavenly Dao and sword cultivators had already fused their concepts for countless years.
The Heavenly Dao of the Eastern Sea was tainted with the sharpness of the Sword Dao.
At this moment, the wind and thunder in Qing Ao’s sword was not only his own comprehension, but also the perception of the Eastern Sea Heavenly Dao.
This was the release of the Heavenly Dao.
If the Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier wanted to become a holy land of the Sword Dao, it had to suppress the Eastern Sea and the Heavenly Dao of the Eastern Sea!
Facing Qing Ao’s sword, Han Muye chose to thrust his sword forward.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, phantoms appeared.
Among the phantoms, Qing Ao held his sword and attacked with endless waves. Han Muye did not move at all. The sword was like a reef as it broke through the waves.
Among the phantoms, Qing Ao’s sword edge overlapped and rolled down. Han Muye did not move at all. The sword edge was like a reef as it broke through the waves.
Among the phantoms, Qing Ao’s sword drew the power of a million miles of mountains and rivers. Han Muye did not move at all. The sword was like a reef as it broke through the waves.
…
Every phantom was broken by the sword.
Han Muye did not draw the power of heaven and earth, fight with sword moves, or use his soul sword Qi.
The sharpness of the world depended on this stab!
With the sword in his hand, he drew it and stabbed forward.
The long sword vibrated, and the two-foot-long blade fell to the bluestone square.
Holding the broken sword in his hand, Qing Ao’s expression changed from stunned to dazed to uncontrollable excitement.
“Haha, I see, I see!”
He looked at Han Muye, his eyes shining.
Pointing his broken sword at Han Muye, Qing Ao’s fighting spirit surged. “The momentum can’t last long. What I borrowed is ultimately borrowed.
“The accumulation of a million miles is all fake.
“Everything in the world in front of me is fake, except for the sword in my hand.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Ao’s figure transformed into a thousand streaks of light that collided with Han Muye.
After mastering the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it was time for the sword to transform into 10,000 swords!
The Million Mile Accumulation Sword seemed to be extremely powerful, but it could not withstand Han Muye’s stab.
That was because there was an indomitable will and boundless sharpness in that stab.
This thrust contained the pride of a swordsman, the bravery of a swordsman, and the invincibility of a swordsman.
Qing Ao’s sword was broken by Han Muye’s will.
What was broken was the confusion in his heart.
Seeing the 10,000 phantoms coming with their swords, Han Muye smiled.
He was truly a person with peerless talent in the Sword Dao. The sword that had accumulated power for a million miles was broken, and he could still use another sword.
In other words, Qing Ao had drawn the momentum of the world to the first sword, and the second sword was his true comprehension.
The first sword was Force, and the second was Sword!
At the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Tuoba Cheng clenched his fists.
Outside the Nine Mystic Mountain, figures stood in the air.
These were the cultivators from the Western Frontier who had heard the news.
“The Eastern Sea prodigies can actually comprehend the Sword Dao to such an extent.” A white-haired old man revealed a dejected expression.
“Eastern Sea, the holy land of swordsmanship. How can our Western Frontier compare…” A middle-aged Daoist turned to look into the distance, his face filled with confusion.
“Immortal Han should be able to withstand it, right?” someone whispered, his face full of anticipation.
Could the Xijiang Sword Principle block the invasion of the Eastern Sea Sword Principle?
They didn’t know.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, the low-level disciples were already in chaos.
Luo Teng and the Central Continent sword cultivators behind him were not much better.
The previous sword strike with the power to overturn the sky had sealed their bodies and they did not even have the ability to sense it.
The pressure of the sword light almost broke their heart meridians.
It was not until Qing Ao’s long sword broke and the power of heaven and earth dissipated that everyone gasped heavily with fear on their faces.
At this moment, Qing Ao drew his sword and his body turned into thousands of phantoms.
They couldn’t see through or understand each phantom or sword.
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As for receiving such a sword, what a joke. He couldn’t even receive a single strike.Luo Teng knew that he could not withstand even one of these 10 million sword lights.
He finally understood why Han Muye had personally come to receive the sword.
Only the Sword Pavilion’s Immortal Han could receive Qing Ao’s sword!
Everyone stared at Han Muye.
Seeing the 10,000 phantoms pounce over, Han Muye laughed and took a step forward.
The sword in his hand stabbed out.
With a stab, he broke through a phantom.
“The Eastern Sea Cangshan Mountain Sword Sect’s Rainforest Sword Technique. It’s a pity that it’s less rounded when it transforms into a rainstorm.”
With another slash, a shadow was pierced through by the sword.
“The sword technique of the Eastern Sea Flood Dragon Clan? It’s too lousy. There’s no room for negotiation.”
Another strike.
“The Flowing Wind Sword? Not bad. If you can transform into the Flowing Wind and fuse with the sword, it will be interesting.”
Another strike.
…
He stabbed out with his sword, and each strike was evaluated.
Han Muye’s voice was not loud and he did not speak quickly.
But in an instant, he evaluated all the swords.
It was clearly an instant, but everyone could hear his stabs and comments.
“Boom!”
The 10,000 phantoms were broken, and Han Muye returned his sword to its sheath.
Qing Ao knelt on one knee and held the broken sword with his hand. He lowered his head in front of the nine stone steps of the Sword Pavilion.
“It’s a pity that I’m not profound at it.”
Han Muye waved his hand and rolled up half of the sword.
Han Muye would go to the Eastern Sea!
Qing Ao looked up and nodded.
“Senior Brother Han, I’ll wait for you in the Eastern Sea.”
With that, he stood up, dragged the broken sword, and turned to leave.
Everyone made way for Qing Ao as he dragged his sword along. He looked a little lonely and relaxed.
“This sword didn’t disappoint me after traveling a million miles.”
When he reached the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Qing Ao turned around and chuckled.
Han Muye stood on the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion and turned to look at Luo Teng and the others.
“Do you all want to challenge me?”
Challenge?
Luo Teng and the people behind him shook their heads subconsciously.
What could they use to challenge him?
They weren’t even qualified to draw their swords. What was there to challenge?
“Senior Brother Yang, I want to go to the secret place to sharpen my skills,” Luo Teng looked at Yang Mingxuan and said in a low voice.
Yang Mingxuan nodded.
Han Muye looked around, glanced at the sky, then turned around and walked back to the Sword Pavilion.
In the cultivation of the Sword Dao, after cultivating the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it was the realm of turning one sword into 10,000 swords.
At this point, Han Muye had already comprehended it.
With this sword technique, he could go anywhere in the world.
On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the bell tolled.
Streaks of light scattered towards the various sects in the Western Frontier.
The appointment for the opening of the Southern Wasteland’s Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm was almost here.
Han Muye turned to look at the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng, said that there was a bull horn in the Mystic Demon Realm that could withstand the lightning tribulation.
Han Muye prepared to take a look.
At the same time, he brought Huang Zhihu down the mountain to take a look.
This little girl was probably going to suffocate from boredom on the mountain.
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