Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

771 Meeting Mo Yuan, 10,000 Swords Versus 10,000 Swords

Having penetrated 3,000 stone walls, the long sword was stuck and unable to advance an inch!

At this moment, everyone stared at the long sword.

Sword cultivators were sharp and indestructible, but after suffering a setback, they no longer had any sharpness to speak of.

Since the sword had already come to a stop, and there might be no possibility of moving forward.

The Western Frontier Sword Dao, the Sword Dao Immortal Han challenged the itinerant cultivators of the Eastern Sea. It would probably stop in front of the Eastern Sea’s Zhang Mingjin!

“I heard that Han Muye of the Western Frontier is Mo Yuan’s disciple. Mo Yuan’s cultivation is broad, but it’s lacking in purity. From the looks of it, it’s probably true. Hehe…”

A voice commented from the void.

Han Muye’s swordsmanship was impressive. Previously, the Water Dragon Roar could be said to be stunning.

However, in such a real collision, the sword edge was still not strong enough to be indestructible.

It was natural for him to stop in front of the cliff.

“Not bad. To be able to rely on the power of the Heavens and Earth to sweep across the Eastern Sea, your mentality and intelligence are top-notch. Your swordsmanship is indeed superb.” Another voice was filled with praise.

“Indeed, it’s rare for sword cultivators outside the Eastern Sea to have such standards.”

His tone was gentle and it was obvious that he was a Peak Nascent Soul Realm expert.

When the arrogant junior sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea heard these words, they could not help but nod.

They thought that this Western Frontier Sword Dao Immortal was a bit arrogant and wild, but he had some genuine ability.

Using the authority of the Central Continent to stir up the Eastern Sea and destroy the Spiritual Armored demons in one fell swoop was not something that outsiders could do.

The Water Dragon Roar had penetrated 3,000 stone walls. It was a true ability.

Such a person was indeed rare outside the Eastern Sea.

At this moment, even Gu Yuanlong and the others, who were sitting beside Han Muye, had this thought.

After all, this was the Eastern Sea, where sword cultivators gathered. How could anyone really challenge the Eastern Sea?

Even the talented Han Muye could not do it.

“Do you think I’ve lost?”

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Gu Yuanlong and the others were stunned when they heard Han Muye’s voice again.

“If you understand this sword move, then understand it. If you don’t, then forget it.”

With that, he closed his eyes.

What’s so special about this sword? everyone wondered.

Can a stagnant sword turn the tables?

Everyone’s gaze fell on the screen in front of them.

“Hey, the sword edge seems to have advanced half a step…” Someone whispered.

The sword edge moved forward a bit?

Perhaps it did.

Is it useful?

The three-foot-long blade was still more than two feet away. There was also the hilt behind it.

What’s the use of just moving forward?

No one spoke.

Everyone stared at the sword.

After a long time.

“I-I think it moved a bit again…”

After half a day, the tip of the sword advanced a little.

When the sun set, the stone wall was like a heavenly wall, blocking the sunlight. There was only one sword, and it seemed to be using all its strength to pierce through the stone wall.

Many people who had been paying attention to this place shook their heads.

They felt that victory and defeat had already been decided. Why was there a need to hold on like this?

Sword cultivators should be decisive.

Such entanglement had completely lost the temperament that a sword cultivator should have.

Was the sword immortal of the Western Frontier really an immortal who was banished from the mortal world? Did he not have any sage-like aura at all?

One night.

When the sun rose, it shone on the stone wall, and the sword shone with a halo.

“Eh, this sword has advanced another inch in one night.”

Someone noticed the difference in the position of the sword edge.

However, most people no longer cared.

A minute, an inch, or a foot. Did it make a difference?

Beside Han Muye, Gu Yuanlong and the others sat up for the night.

They watched the sword edge move forward bit by bit.

Many people did not understand the meaning of this persistence.

Some people seemed to understand a little, while others were even more confused.

On this day, the tip of the sword advanced by 80%.

By evening, half of the sword had already entered the stone wall.

One more inch into the night.

He scored another eight points a day.

Three days later, only the hilt of the sword was left outside.

As long as the stone wall was not broken and the sword did not return, most of the sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea would still pay attention to this place.

Many people could not understand what Han Muye was insisting on.

He’s already a Peak Nascent Soul Realm expert. Why is he still a sore loser? they wondered.

After fighting to such an extent, what’s the point of the challenge?

The setting sun sprinkled its afterglow, and Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Do you understand?”

He spoke softly.

Gu Yuanlong and the others nodded, while others shook their heads.

On the light screen, the long sword that had pierced into the stone wall trembled slightly.

Han Muye’s voice rang out.

“What is a sword?

“The sword is a killing weapon.”

The long sword vibrated as if it was about to penetrate the stone wall.

“In these five days, you saw this sword trapped in the stone wall. Do you know why?”

Why?

No one answered.

At this moment, ridicule was meaningless.

“The sword in my hand can be broken, but the sword in my heart cannot be broken.”

At this moment, ridicule was meaningless.

“Nowadays, every step is thousands of times more difficult than this sword piercing through the stone wall.

“When you encounter setbacks, you don’t give up. You remain unbending even after hundreds of failures. Your sharpness doesn’t decrease. This is what a sword cultivator should be like.”

No matter how many twists and turns he suffered, he remained unbending and his sharpness did not decrease.

Han Muye spent five days demonstrating what it meant to never give up.

Even if many people disdained him for fighting like this, he was worthy of the words “do not give up no matter what”.

After Han Muye finished speaking, there was silence.

“Immortal Han, I understand.” A moment later, Gu Yuanlong’s voice sounded.

Gu Yuanlong stood up and said in a clear voice, “Your life is not over, your sword is not over, and the outcome is not decided. Sword cultivators will never admit defeat.”

Beside him, Guo Tianjin slowly stood up.

“Sword cultivators will never admit defeat!”

Figures got up and stood behind Han Muye.

They were the sword cultivators who formed the sword array. They were all following Han Muye.