Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Su Juesheng.

Shao Lin's words made everyone around him brighten up.

In front of everyone's eyes, a middle-aged figure wearing a blue-grey robe and carrying a black sheath sword appeared quietly.

Su Juesheng, who possesses half-step Tao-breaking realm combat power, is a casual cultivator.

His combat prowess is not at the top among the elders of the various clans, but what he is best at is not head-on combat, but assassination.

It is precisely because of this that everyone keeps a respectful distance from the truth.

But it was the right time for this person to take action.

"Elder Shao Lin, don't worry, Su Juesheng will definitely take the head of the person in charge of the formation."

A low and hoarse voice sounded, and Su Juesheng's figure disappeared from sight.

A relaxed smile appeared on everyone's face again.

Several people beside Elder Shao Lin also had glints in their eyes at this time.

After taking Tianfengling, can we directly attack the mountain gate of Mitian Sword Sect?

If Miyue Peak could be wiped out in such a deadly battle, how could the rest of the Mitian Sword Sect have any fighting spirit?

"Everyone, there are many good swords in the sword-raising house of the Mitian Sword Sect. When the time comes, we have to share them carefully."

"Not to mention the sword-raising hut, even the swordsmanship inherited from Miyue Peak is said to be extremely rare."

Several elders who were in a good mood turned to look and chuckled.

Elder Shao Lin looked around, with a hint of depth in his eyes, and raised his hand to take out a jade-colored disk.

He pressed his palm on the disc, and the disc aroused a golden light, turning into a faint light curtain three feet high.

In the light curtain, Su Juesheng, who was carrying a black sword, was running away with agility.

"Although this Su Juesheng is a casual cultivator, his cultivation is really not bad." Someone looked at the figure on the light screen and spoke in a low voice.

"After all, they are just casual cultivators. They don't know how to win with force, but they play such useless tricks." Some people spoke in a low voice, a little disdainful of Su Juesheng's clever methods.

At this time, more people were looking at the light curtain, wondering if Su Juesheng could rush to Tianfengling and kill the person in charge of the formation.

…

On Tianfeng Ridge, Han Muye sat cross-legged in the hall made of bluestones.

Around him were streaks of cyan light, which was the hub of the formation on Tianfeng Ridge.

However, the current formation is no longer the formation deployed by the Mitian Sword Sect in the past, but after his improvement, the formation is ten times more powerful than the mountain-protecting formation.

Coupled with the activation of the Pantian Stone of Life and Death, this formation is already a hundred times more powerful than the previous formation.

What is shown now is only 20% of the power of the large formation, which can already enable Du Chen and others to withstand the strong ones in the broken path realm without defeat, and resist the strong ones from the alliance sects.

If the power of the formation is stimulated to 50%, then no one who invades within 300 miles will be able to leave alive.

It's just that Han Muye has no plans to activate the power of the formation to the fifth level for the time being.

He did it to train the disciples on Miyue Peak, but he didn't really want to kill those people from other sects.

With his current level of cultivation, there is no need to really take these practitioners below the Shiyuan Realm into his eyes.

"It's interesting that you dare to go to Tianfeng Ridge alone."

Han Muye's eyes fell on the huge light screen in front of him, looking at the agile figure, he whispered softly.

Above the light curtain, a middle-aged figure carrying a black sword was extremely fast, flashing among the mountains and forests.

The inheritance of the Pantian plane is mainly based on blood and strength, with weight rather than quality, and the control of strength is relatively poor.

The swordsmanship passed down on Miyue Peak was already considered sophisticated, but in Han Muye's opinion it was still extremely crude.

But at this time, the swordsman who was walking through the mountains and forests showed a bit of agility.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a stream of light flashed above the light curtain.

The stream of light passed away in a flash, and the figure originally running in the forest in the light curtain was shaken, fell from the treetops, and rolled on the ground.

At this time, Su Juesheng rolled up on the ground, his body slightly bent, and his eyes looked around cautiously.

The huge force pressed on him, causing him to fall from the treetops, and then the power dissipated.

The other party has discovered him.

What he was proud of was his hidden methods, but they were of no use at all.

He originally thought he would be discovered only after he stepped onto Tianfeng Ridge.

"What a powerful formation." Su Juesheng whispered in his mouth, pressing the hilt of the sword behind his back with his palm, no longer hiding it, and ran straight towards Tianfeng Ridge.

It's just that he couldn't move more than a hundred feet, and his figure paused.

In front of him, a faint shadow stood there.

"He is Han Muye, Palm Peak of Miyue Peak."

"It is said that his talent is even more powerful than Guo Hua's."

"This is the person who protected Guo Hua's sword bones all the way back to the Mitian Sword Sect."

When this figure appeared, there was a low cry around Shao Lin who was far away at the alliance station.

Who is there in Miyue Peak, what masters are there, and who has what achievements, they have all been found out now.

The shadow on the light screen is the top master of Miyue Peak.

"Using the power of a large formation to manifest a phantom is no more than the power to enter the Tao. This person is really arrogant." Xu Tang, the leader of the Blood Battle Ling Sect beside Shao Lin, snorted coldly and shouted in a low voice.

Su Juesheng is a master of the Tao-breaking realm.

Even if he is good at assassination and is not a strong person in head-to-head confrontation, can a mere shadow be able to resist Su Juesheng?

No matter how strong Han Muye is, he can't do this.

"I guess he wants to delay it. Miyue Peak only has this strength, and it is already the limit for him to be able to do this." Someone whispered on the other side.

Everyone looked at the light curtain as Su Juesheng unsheathed his sword and rushed towards Han Muye's shadow.

The sword's light was dim and its movements were swift.

"This guy's sword skills are quite agile. With such speed, not many can dodge this sword."

"More than just agility, if you are close and suddenly attack, this sword will definitely not be able to withstand the ordinary Tao-breaking realm."

Seeing Su Juesheng take action, several low voices rang out.

Everyone glanced at Shao Lin slightly, with a bit of a smile on their faces.

Su Juesheng's swordsmanship was for assassination, and he struck suddenly.

Now that Shao Lin has shown all his methods, there will be no threat to Su Juesheng from now on.

At this time, Su Juesheng still didn't know that everyone had seen everything about him.

A casual cultivator is, after all, just a casual cultivator.

Su Juesheng didn't hold back at all.

He has never held back the swordsmanship he cultivated.

Known for his speed and sharpness, the shortcoming of his swordsmanship is also obvious, that is, he lacks the strength to face a direct confrontation.

Only by going all out can you kill powerful enemies within a fraction of a second.

"kill--"

In the sword light, there was a low shout, and Su Juesheng's figure had become illusory.

The sword edge instantly arrived in front of Han Muye's figure manifested by the power of the formation.

But the sword edge stopped three feet in front of Han Muye.

A clear long sword pressed against Su Juesheng's chest, preventing him from advancing even an inch.

Han Muye was holding a long sword with one hand behind his back and the sword with one hand. His expression was indifferent. Although his figure was illusory, he looked like a master.

With one sword exchange, Han Muye had already won.

It is not victory with strength, but victory with skill.

Su Juesheng's swordsmanship, which he was most proud of, and his speed, which he relied on most, defeated him.

This sword made Su Juesheng look horrified.

The powerful men far away in the alliance station also looked confused at this time.

They didn't see why Han Muye's sword appeared on Su Juesheng's chest.

It was as if Su Juesheng had just bumped into the sword.

"Your sword is fast, but it doesn't have enough momentum to break people's minds in an instant."

With a move of the long sword, Su Juesheng who was in front of him was pushed back three steps. Han Muye said calmly: "Come again."

Come again.

The expression on Su Juesheng's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and stepped out.

The sword light turned into a meteor and a flying rainbow.