Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1149 A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (2)

The Primordial Spirit Sword broke through the array and rolled back, enveloping dozens of bodies.

Every time the sword light flashed, it took away one or two lives, leaving a trail of blood behind.

It coiled around him and slashed at those near him.

“So murderous.”

On the Murong family’s flying ship, everyone watched as the long sword shuttled between the black-robed immortal cultivators. Every time it flashed, it took away one or two lives.

This kind of straightforward killing made one shiver.

“Do you think there’s no one in our Daoist sect?” A voice sounded ahead.

A Daoist wearing a gray Daoist robe and golden lotus flowers circling under his feet let out a low shout. The jade talisman in his hand turned into pieces of golden light and fell towards the flickering sword.

“All living things, borrowing the techniques of the universe…

“Seal—”

The golden light from the jade talisman flew down and transformed into 36 1,000-foot-long talismans that enveloped the sword.

No matter how the longsword clashed everywhere, it could not break out of the talisman array.

This scene made the people of the Murong family panic.

The black-robed cultivators who were afraid of being killed gathered slightly and looked at the longsword spinning in the intermediate array formation in fear.

“It’s the Three Gold Talisman Formation of the sect. That’s the sect master of the sect, Heaven Immortal Feng Yuan.”

Murong Chi let out a low cry and stared intently at the Daoist who was using the jade talisman to seal the longsword.

Beside him, the masters of the Murong family were all pale.

Heaven Immortal Yuan Feng was a famous array formation expert in a radius of a million miles, a Heaven Immortal expert.

Even the Murong family had to treat such a person seriously before they fell, let alone now.

“We can’t let him seal Senior Yun Lan’s sword,” Murong Fu shouted in a low voice. The green saber in his hand slammed forward with a phantom.

He had attracted the Yunlan Sword Immortal to save the family clan and had made considerable contributions. He had obtained the approval of a group of Elders and was in charge of an inferior-grade numinous treasure, the Chiyuan Saber.

This saber could unleash the power to slash through the Heaven and Earth powers. If used appropriately, even Heaven Immortals could withstand it.

However, Murong Fu’s cultivation was too weak and could only unleash less than 20 percent of the saber’s power. Not to mention a Heaven Immortal, even an Earth Immortal could not withstand it.

He slashed with his saber, and the power he mobilized could not even pass through the broken array formation that had been broken by the long sword.

Murong Chi and the others could only watch as he was pushed back.

“Senior Yunlan…”

Murong Chi muttered and turned around, only to see that Han Muye had returned at some point. He was looking at the longsword suppressed by the talisman array in front of him.

“Senior, my Murong family still has a numinous treasure sword. If you need it—” Before Murong Chi could finish speaking, Han Muye had already waved his hand.

“Mere rune arrays are not worth mentioning.”

Han Muye clasped his hands behind his back and took a step forward, colliding with the remaining array.

“Boom!”

The battle formation formed by hundreds of at least Human Immortal Realm experts was shattered by Han Muye’s foot.

His physical strength was actually not inferior to the power of the Sword Dao.

If he could use the power of the Baxia Divine Beast, he could crush everyone into pieces with this stomp.

“Get lost—”

With a low shout, Han Muye sent all the cultivators blocking the Dao flying and landed in front of the talisman array.

Heaven Immortal Feng Yuan, whose jade talisman was shining in his hand, looked at Han Muye and sneered. “Sword Immortal? You shouldn’t have come under my Dao Sect’s rule.

“So what if your sword is stronger?

“Today, I seal your sword. Let’s see you…”

Before he could finish, he saw Han Muye raise his hand.

Streaks of sword light rose from the sword case on his back.

A sword.

Ten swords.

A hundred swords!

Hundreds of long swords floated in the air and pointed at Heaven Immortal Feng Yuan.

The formation technique of the Mystic Sword Sect was known as ‘Myriad Swords Formation,’ a formidable technique that could rival even the power of heaven and earth.

He was indeed a disciple of the Sword Sect!

The jade talisman in Heaven Immortal Feng Yuan’s hand trembled.

He could not block the sword in front of him.

Han Muye snorted, and Heaven Immortal Feng Yuan’s body trembled. The jade talisman in his hand shook, and the 36 golden Dao talismans returned to him.

With a resounding buzz, the long sword, which had been suppressed in the array, flew back and merged into Han Muye’s body.

The golden talismans around Heaven Immortal Feng Yuan intertwined and exploded.

When the talisman dissipated and the golden light dissipated, he was already gone.

He cherished his life very much.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on the retreating black-robed cultivators in front of him.

These people were even more terrified, all of them flying away with immortal light.

On the immortal ship behind them, the Murong clansmen smiled.

Since the decline of their family clan, it had been a long time since they had seen outsiders retreat in defeat in front of their family.

Han Muye put away his sword and flew to the deck.

“Let’s go.”

He looked at the surrounding sky and closed his eyes.

The 12 flying ships tore through the air, leaving behind long shadows.

In the distant sky, several figures stood side by side, but they did not move.

“What a powerful sword,” muttered a Daoist who was also dressed as a sword cultivator. The long sword on his back emitted a green light.

“It’s not just a sword. This person is clearly a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.” Another white-bearded elder shook his head with lingering fears. “If we had attacked, we would probably have died by now.”

The others nodded.

“But what about the orders from the Lord Guardian?” An azure-robed Immortal cultivator in his thirties said in a low voice.

If they didn’t make a move, they couldn’t explain themselves to the Lord Guardian.

Attack. This sword immortal’s sword was so powerful. How could they attack? Were they courting death?

However, if they did, how could they handle such a powerful sword immortal without courting death?

The others exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

After a while, several flying ships charged toward the 12 Murong family’s ships.

Standing on the deck, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

“You guys handle this.”

He waved his hand.

Murong Fu and the others nodded and flew up to confront the incoming boats.

The opposing cultivators were not particularly strong, and with their treasures, Murong Fu and the others could hold their ground.

Both sides engaged in a mock battle, making it seem like a real conflict as they continued flying forward.

As that cultivator had said, they were just putting on a show.