Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Buzz——"

Before the palm of the Tianmingmen strongman touched the long sword stuck on the ground, the long sword was already vibrating.

The white-bearded old man's complexion changed, and his palms could no longer hold down.

He was infused with energy and blood, and added another three points of strength, but found that he still couldn't move forward at all.

At this moment, the expression on his face turned into a hint of fear.

This sword was stronger than he thought.

On the other side, the palm of another old man with a white beard had reached the top of Han Muye's head.

At this time, this palm could no longer move forward.

There were layers of hazy golden light on Han Muye's illusory Dao Fruit, which held his palm against it.

In everyone's eyes, these two strong men from the Tianming Sect were moving forward slowly, seemingly blocked by a layer of great power.

"The power of the great avenue?" Wu Tangyue frowned.

The power of the Tao is the greatest power cultivated in the Tao realm. Whether it is seeking to enter the Tao or breaking the Tao and destroying the Tao, the power of the Tao is what is fought during the competition.

The strength of the power of the avenue represents the level of cultivation.

Seeking the Tao and entering the Tao realm is naturally a million miles away from breaking the Tao and destroying the Tao.

But at this time, Han Muye had just achieved Taoism and was in the realm of seeking Taoism for the first time. His power of Taoism should be vulnerable to a person at the peak of Taoism.

But now this scene is just the opposite.

Two people who have reached the pinnacle of Taoism are unable to make any progress in front of a person who has just achieved Taoism.

"This is impossible……"

An old man at the Dao-breaking realm in Tianming Gate had a dull face and murmured in his mouth.

How can there be someone in the world who can reach the pinnacle of Taoism?

"He is not in the realm of seeking the Tao!" Wu Tangyue shouted in a low voice, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

"There are people in the world who have realized the Great Way early but have not gathered the fruits of the Way. They can enter the Way in one step, break the Way in three steps, and have mastered the Way before destroying it!"

His eyes burst with energy, staring at Han Muye, and said in a deep voice: "Such powerful people are called Taoists!"

Master!

From condensing the Dao Fruit to entering the Dao and breaking the Dao, it is only a blink of an eye. He does not have the cultivation level of the Dao Destruction, but is not inferior to the combat power of the Dao Destruction.

Such a person is born to be a patron of the great road.

Han Muye's eyes, which were still slightly closed, suddenly opened.

His eyes were like stars twinkling, endless divine light gathering.

On the Dao Fruit above his head, layers of Dao Intent circulated, solidified, and finally turned into a bright golden elixir.

The golden elixir poured into his body and fell into his Dantian.

"When a golden elixir is swallowed, my destiny is determined by me and not by God. This is generally the case in worldly practice."

Han Muye whispered with a hint of emotion on his face.

He has experienced the experience of changing one's destiny against the will of heaven and controlling one's destiny countless times.

Every increase in strength is an understanding of the level of life.

Even if the cultivation level improvement in the Pantian plane at this time is only at a very low level, it is still rewarding.

The golden elixir is in my belly, and the avenue is mine.

The power of heaven and earth from the Pantian plane infuses itself, and the perfect original power is at its disposal.

From now on, Han Muye can be regarded as a practitioner in the Pantian plane and will no longer be rejected by the power of heaven and earth.

Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and the long sword from the ground flew into his palm.

With a wave of the sword, the bodies of the two white-bearded old men were broken into four pieces!

At the pinnacle of Taoism, kill with one strike!

With one strike of the sword, the origins of the bodies of the two Taoist realms were scattered and dyed a ten-foot radius into golden red.

"How dare you kill someone!" Wu Tangyue, the deputy sect leader of Tianming Sect, showed endless anger in his eyes.

Zhao Chengliang, who was beside him, had already taken a step forward and clapped his palms, turning into thousands of golden lights and covering Han Muye.

Han Muye didn't stop, and swept the sword in his hand.

There was a loud sound, and the bloody snare that originally covered the surrounding area was torn open.

The edge of his sword shook again, and a green sword light struck down.

The snare that was pressing down on Wang Chenlong, the law enforcement elder of the Mitian Sword Sect and a strong man in the Broken Dao Realm, was directly chopped into pieces.

It was only then that Zhang Mingyuan and others who followed Han Muye arrived.

"kill--"

The disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect flew up.

Han Muye raised his sword and knocked Zhao Chengliang's palm away.

He kept walking, and the blade of the sword brought out thousands of streams of light, which scattered in all directions, piercing the bodies of the surrounding Tianmingmen strong men.

Wu Tangyue danced with a spear in his hand and stabbed Han Muye in the head.

"when--"

The sword collided with the spear, causing Wu Tangyue's body to become unstable and fly backwards.

"What a master!"

Wu Tangyue whispered, turned around and left.

Zhao Chengliang, who was beside him, shouted: "Withdraw——"

After saying that, Zhao Chengliang did not run away, but the golden light on his body combined with his energy and blood, turned into a three-foot illusory war bear, and rushed towards Han Muye.

The sword light in Han Muye's hand condensed, and he raised his hand to pierce with the sword.

This sword is simple and direct, but extremely fast.

The sword light pierced Zhao Chengliang's war bear shadow, and Zhao Chengliang's whole body shook and froze in place.

His body was shattered inch by inch, and the power of the avenue all over his body escaped to the surroundings, like a column of smoke.

With one blow, a powerful Taoist was killed!

The other strong men of Tianmingmen who were able to escape had already retreated, while those who could not escape were fighting hard to buy time for those who escaped.

Han Muye did not pursue, he just raised his hand and swiped, and the Tianmingmen strongmen scattered around were harvested one by one.

In the end, except for Wu Tangyue, the deputy sect leader of Tianming Sect, and more than a dozen injured Tianming Sect strongmen who escaped, dozens of other Tianming Sect practitioners were killed.

This battle directly cut off at least 40% of Tianmingmen's strength.

After a great battle, everyone from the Mitian Sword Sect cleaned up the battlefield and left in silence.

Both Wang Chenlong, whose arm was wrapped in a bandage, and Yao Hecheng, who had just woken up and was being carried on a stretcher by his disciples, remained silent.

As for the disciples of Miyue Peak who were following them, they did not speak at this time.

Such a team of hundreds of people silently headed towards the Mitian Sword Sect.

Along the way, groups of disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect followed closely, but they didn't know why.

Are the disciples of Mitian Peak being escorted back?

From more than a hundred people to nearly a thousand people, everyone remained silent and headed towards the mountain gate of Mitian Sword Sect.

At this time, there was also a figure waiting at the mountain gate.

At the front was an old man in his fifties wearing a black robe, with his hands behind his back and a solemn face.

This is Xia Yunshang, the peak master of Mitian Peak, the son of Xia Mingtang, the leader of Mitian Sword Sect.

There are rumors in the Mitian Sword Sect that the peak master of Mitian Peak will become the sect’s young master.

It's just that the inheritance of the Mitian Sword Sect has never been passed down from father to son, but rather the peaks compete for it based on their strength.

The talent of Guo Hua, the leader of Miyue Peak, has been recognized by many strong men in the sect.

But now, Guo Hua is dead.

"The sect master may have done something wrong this time..." Looking at the approaching figure of the group in the distance, someone whispered at the mountain gate.

Xia Yunshang and Guo Hua were fighting. If the sect leader didn't intervene, no matter whether they won or lost, it would be the Sword Sect's great fortune.

But in the current situation, even if Guo Hua dies, most of the hearts of the Mitian Sword Sect will be dispersed.

"coming."

Someone drank.

Ahead, Wang Chenlong led more than a thousand people onto the wide stone steps.

In everyone's eyes, Wang Chenlong suddenly turned around, then stood sideways and respectfully.

"Wang Chenlong of the Mitian Sword Sect, welcomes Senior Brother Guo Hua Jiangu back to the sect——"

"Welcome the return of Master Guo Huafeng's Sword Bone——"

The powerful men of the Mitian Sword Sect accompanying Wang Chenlong stood bowed one by one.

For a time, countless people were stunned in front of the mountain gate of Mitian Sword Sect.