Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1181 Senior’s Legacy, Clear Rain Sword (4)

The sword gathered its energy and swung directly towards the vast battlefield.

“Great swordsmanship,” a faint yellow figure on the battlefield exclaimed, activating the entire formation. The previously stationary cavalry instantly surged forward.

The cavalry charged like waves advancing.

A towering golden-armored warrior’s phantom appeared, wielding a long spear, colliding with the descending long sword.

This strike stirred the power of heaven and earth behind it, converging into a massive spear.

“Bang!”

The longsword shattered, the spear turned into nothingness, and the golden-armored general collapsed.

They were evenly matched!

The might of a single sword was actually able to contend against such a formidable battle formation, achieving a balance of power.

The green jade swords behind trembled slightly, seemingly in disbelief.

Who could possess such swordsmanship that could withstand a blow from the Tu Yuan Battle Formation!

“Buzz!”

At that moment, the shattered sword fragments dispersed and transformed into numerous verdant small swords, floating in the air.

This appearance was remarkably similar to the bamboo leaf-shaped swords in the rear.

“There’s still strength for one more battle…” Xu Mingjian’s voice echoed from among the cluster of green jade swords.

He hadn’t expected that the collapsed sword still held such capabilities.

Countless small green swords drifted down like threads of rain.

All the cavalry were covered by this rain-like mist, their bodies dissolving, then returning to silence.

Vast expanses of lush green grass covered the ground, seemingly endless.

The grasslands that were trampled before had been restored.

The faint yellow figure also turned into nothingness within the rain-like mist.

The Tu Yuan Battle Formation was broken.

Han Muye turned slowly, gazing at the green bamboo behind him.

“The Sword Dao is the Dao of Breaking Establishment. If the Tu Yuan Battle Formation can be broken, the Sword Dao can be established.”

“Leaving the original grass, one year’s withering and flourishing.”

He gently pressed his palm down, and countless proficiency lights flickered in Han Muye’s eyes. “Senior, do you think the Sword Dao is stronger or the Formation Dao is stronger?”

“Sword Dao…” Xu Mingjian said blankly, causing the small green jade swords to tremble.

“Sword Dao?” Han Muye chuckled and raised his palm. “Senior, look—”

“Boom!”

The grass turned into a long sword again, and a 10,000-foot blade slashed down.

The green bamboo leaves also condensed into a sword, clashing forcefully with the grassy long sword.

Both swords shattered simultaneously, and while the bamboo leaf sword scattered into leaves on the ground, the grassy swords remained suspended.

“This, this is the power of the sword formation?”

“No, this is—” Xu Mingjian, dressed in green robes, appeared with an excited expression on his face.

“This is the Tu Yuan Battle Formation!”

Each one of those grassy swords represented a cavalryman!

Using swords to form a formation, turning swords into a battle formation!

Xu Mingjian’s body trembled as he stared at the sword light that was slowly gathering power. He muttered, “Why didn’t I think of it? Sword formation, battle formation, sword, formation…”

Why distinguish between the Sword Dao and the Formation Dao?

Tu Tianzhen had devoted his entire life to verify which Dao was stronger, the Sword Dao or the Formation Dao, and which could grant him the power of revenge.

But it wasn’t until now that he realized, had he taken one more step back and integrated the knowledge of formations he had learned into the already formed sword formation, his strength would have been completely different!

But humans always hold on to their attachments.

His attachment to the sword Dao and the formation Dao differed, causing confusion within him. And until his fall, he couldn’t merge these two forces.

“Buzz!”

The green bamboo sword formation soared, transforming into green-robed sword cultivators, each wielding a long sword.

The sword cultivators lined up in formation, and sword light gathered in their hands.

At this moment, the brilliance of this sword light was countless times stronger than the previous Clear Rain Sword.

“I understand…”

Xu Mingjian’s figure slowly dissipated.

“This sword is for you.”

The green long sword landed in front of Han Muye.

An immortal treasure, the Clear Rain Sword.

Han Muye reached out and grasped the long sword, space around him continuously shifting until it eventually turned into clouds and mist.

An empty grand hall.

Zhao Pingyu, holding a half-foot-tall golden-armored puppet, raised his head and saw Han Muye, his expression slightly frozen.

However, his gaze landed on the green sword in Han Muye’s hand, and he smiled.

“Senior Brother Han, Senior Tu once said that someday I will go with you to the Snowfall Immortal Realm.”

Both having received the inheritance of Tu Tianzhen, Zhao Pingyu calling Han Muye Senior Brother wasn’t inappropriate.

Tu Tianzhen came from the Snowfall Immortal Realm. Since his sect was destroyed back then, he had longed for revenge.

After Han Muye obtained this Clear Rain Sword, he naturally had to make a trip to the Snowfall Immortal Realm in the future.

There was no need for any promises. If he had the ability to take revenge, he would take action.

Han Muye nodded and looked around.

The grand hall’s formation had gathered due to the power of two treasures. After the Clear Rain Sword and the golden puppet were taken away, the grand hall lost its suppressing force and began to collapse.

“Let’s go.” Holding his sword, Han Muye moved and stepped out of the hall.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Pingyu walked out with the golden-armored puppet in his palm.

The magnificent hall collapsed behind them.

Standing on the stone steps, they gazed at the blood-red columns of smoke rising ahead.

Twenty pillars of smoke soared into the sky and blocked the already shattered limestone square.

“In this world, opportunities are for those who find them.

“Our Blood Battle Sect has always been magnanimous. Leave that sword, and also the puppet.”

The voice sounded with a hint of mockery.

“By the way, your green stone and the two swords on your back.

“With such a grand hall, you must have made a fortune. Sharing a few treasures with us shouldn’t be too painful, right?”

Twenty columns of smoke surrounded Han Muye and Zhao Pingyu, and the aura of bloodthirst spread, seeming to suppress even their souls.

The Blood Battle Sect was a major sect with formidable strength in the Fuyu Immortal World. Who would dare to confront them directly?

They had carried out these half-robbery acts too many times; it had become a habit for them.

As for those who wanted to resist, all the better.