Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 289

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This Heavenly Demon was really too strong, so strong that even the Mu family’s patriarch and Dao companion, Fairy Peony, were helpless and were frozen.

Who could resist such a great fiend demon?

Could Immortal Han withstand it?

“Little Han, when you see Yu Niang in the future, tell her that Dayan has never done anything to let her down.”

Daoist Dayan’s voice came from the black sword in front of Han Muye.

!!

Then, the sword vibrated, and all the scattered sword intent and sword momentum turned into a vortex that poured into the sword.

The sword suddenly became 100,000 feet long. The blade was cold and shining.

“Kid Han, turn around and leave after this strike.

“The power of the Heavenly Demon is mostly in the soul. With this strike, I can shatter its body, but I can’t injure its soul.”

Daoist Dayan shouted. Then he pointed the tip of his sword forward. The sword trembled, preparing to stab forward.

He shook his head.

He raised his hand and pointed his fingers.

“Hum—”

His long sword trembled.

“Kid, what are you doing!

“If you can’t control this sword intent, I’ll do it!”

From the sword, Daoist Dayan shouted in panic.

There were dozens of sword intents and two sword momentums. Not to mention Han Muye’s cultivation, even a Heaven Realm expert could not control them.

Daoist Dayan was prepared to exhaust his soul, but he did not dare to say how long he could activate such a powerful sword intent.

In his opinion, if Han Muye activated this sword with his soul and spiritual energy, his soul would shatter and his spiritual energy would be exhausted in a thousandth of a breath.

Ignoring Daoist Dayan, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Above his head, a green sword light appeared.

Sword of the soul!

Han Muye had the sword of the soul!

Below, the cultivators widened their eyes.

They could not imagine that Han Muye had so many hidden methods.

Sword intent.

Sword momentum.

Sword of the soul.

There was also the light screen that could block the soul-eating demons.

Every one of them was a method to dominate the Western Frontier.

Today, Han Muye took them all out just to fight the Heavenly Demon.

“Is it worth it?”

Someone whispered.

“Are you worth it?”

Countless people watched with complicated expressions as the soul sword qi above Han Muye’s head fused with the sword in front of him.

The sword of the soul condensed for 60 years.

Even with the Sword Dao, an extremely talented expert did not need to condense it for 60 years. However, if it was exhausted, it would be extremely difficult to condense it again.

This was a sword that could resist the Heaven Realm within a hundred breaths…

“What Immortal Han wants is no longer something that mediocre people like us can understand.” An old man with a long sword on his back smiled bitterly and lowered his head.

His cultivation level was already at the Golden Core realm. Previously, he had judged Han Muye before the wasteland battle and said that he was easy to break.

“Perhaps this is a true sword cultivator who has a Dao in his heart and won’t return even after a hundred losses?”

Someone held the sword in his hand and spoke in a deep voice.

They didn’t know.

They didn’t understand.

He understood now. That meant he was a great cultivator.

Everyone looked at the sky and saw the sword in front of Han Muye collide with the Heavenly Demon.

“I have a sword called the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”

Han Muye whispered softly. Not only did he and Daoist Dayan hear his words, but everyone around him could.

“This strike was not cultivated by a shocking expert like Senior Sword Master Yuan Tian.”

“This sword is cultivated by all the people in the world who are focused on the Sword Dao but have mediocre aptitude and talent.”

“This strike has nothing to do with cultivation.”

Han Muye pointed his finger forward.

He pointed his arm forward as if he was stabbing with a sword.

At this moment, the sword light was dazzling, illuminating the world. Everyone closed their eyes.

No one saw the four sword lights flash after the sword light.

The black sword stabbed the forehead of the demon beast skeleton.

The blade passed through his forehead and intermediately penetrated the previous wound. It brought the huge beast down from the sky and it hit the ground.

“Boom—”

A trembling roar that was a hundred times more explosive than the previous Star Point Sword sounded.

In the sky, all the figures who were frozen there vomited blood and flew away.

The entire void instantly exploded.

Endless astral winds blew away the silence that was in the Broken Soul Wasteland for countless years.

It was as if the world had woken up.

“Boom—”

The 100,000-foot-long beast skeleton shattered, turning into jade-colored long bones scattered around the space.

This long bone was a jade bone that even a Heaven Realm cultivator had to slowly refine.

Demon bones.

As the bones of the demons scattered, rain fell on the entire wasteland.

An aura of life arose spontaneously.

Han Muye, who was standing in midair, had a smile on his face. He let the rain fall on his body and slowly floated down.

Carefree.

That day’s strike was carefree.

His sword Qi, sword intent, sword momentum, and soul sword were exhausted.

If the Heavenly Demon did not die that day, Han Muye would definitely die.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Demon was dead.

When his feet landed on the soft soil, Han Muye leaned over and picked up a five-foot-long jade bone. He used it as a walking stick and slowly walked forward.

All his power had been exhausted. At this moment, he was a mortal.

A mortal who could barely walk.

Countless cultivators flew to his side and watched him walk forward slowly.

Han Muye smiled and waved his hand. “The bones of demons all over the ground are an opportunity. Don’t waste them.”

The ground was filled with the bones of demons.

Everyone looked at Han Muye and felt an uncontrollable emotion surge in their hearts.

If Han Muye hadn’t used all his strength, this place probably wouldn’t be filled with demon bones. Instead, it would be filled with soul-devouring demons!

All the cultivators here would have been controlled by the Heavenly Devil and turned into soul-devouring demons.

Today, Immortal Han saved everyone.

And he had become a mortal.

“Immortal Han, I’ll send you back to the Nine Mystic Mountain.” Wanyue took a step forward and whispered.

As soon as she finished speaking, another voice sounded. “I’ll send Senior Brother Han back to the Nine Mystic Mountain too.

“Immortal Han, I’ll follow you to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”